Fresco woke up to his brand new life. Everything was clear at last, like the curtain of fear and anger was lifted from him. Within his mind hummed the song of the City, a steady and loving presence he knew now meant so much more than he first thought.

It was proof his father loved him.

Fresco bounded out of the hospital bed and went to the bathroom mirror, certain he would see the change in himself physically. He was just a little disappointed his old familiar face ...