Mer looked up at the city her and Noah called home. Memories from every street corner, every stranger, every cold quiet night, every cracked sidewalk, every crowded cafe, every souvineer stand. All of it came and went through their heads like a fast paced movie. The good and the bad, always together. A crumpled copy of a smile past her face as she watched the sun went down behind the sky scrapers, a symphony of lughts flickered on. He was supposed to be here.