Billy slips off the bike, still stunned by everything around them. But his attention was almost immediately drawn to the man with the guitar. Watching his fingers as they moved across the strings. He didn't even notice Mark pulling the notice off the door. He struggled to hold his tongue, wanting to talk to him about it.

But hearing the name dropped, Billy froze. This was Roger?! He found himself staring, wanting to say something. He'd never spoken to anyone who was a fan of his music. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to act?

Roger is moving up the stairs before Billy can think of anything. He wanted to offer to help. The man wasn't just sick, he was dying. But he was gone before Billy could do anything more than smile lamely back at him. He just stuck close to Mark, following his lead, trying to find his bearings.