Luther creaked open the door and peeked inside. The cases, the gorgeous black piano and the stand. But there was no one. With a relieved sigh, Luther entered the room and checked if he was truly alone. After making sure he was indeed alone, he walked towards the piano. His hands caressed the keys. Checking if he was alone for the last time, he quickly sat on the stool.

Then the motions and the notes came to him. He played Leo's favourites, his favourites, and some of Mother and Father's favourites. He stumbled at some places thinking 'I should come here more often.'

He played and played. It felt like home, especially Leo's favourites.