Logan walked down to the whomping willow, his guitar slung onto his back. He sat down a good distance away from it, and sat his guitar on his lap and began playing a song and singing along.

"A million miles away....your signal in the distance, to whom it may concern.
I think I lost my way....getting good at starting over, everytime that I return.
Learning to walk again...I believe I've waited long enough, where do I begin?
Learning to talk again....can't you see I've waited long enough, where do I begin?
Do you remember the days...we built these paper mountains, and sat and watched them burn....
I think I found my place....can't you feel it growing stronger?
Learning to walk again....I believe I've waited long enough...where do I begin?
Learning to talk again...I believe I've waited long enough...where do I begin?
Now....
For the very first ti-"
he paused, and decided he was too tired to sing or play today. He sighed, and set his guitar off to the side, and layed down on his back, staring up at the blue sky, thinking.