�I want this one in my room, mommy.� Leilani held a photo out to Chelsie. �You and daddy have happy smiles.� Chelsie looked at the photo and nodded her head. It had been taken during the tour at one of the many meet and greet sessions. She had her arms clasped around Marks neck and his arms held her tightly around her waist. They did indeed look very happy.

�Can I have it mommy? I don�t have any pictures of you with daddy.�

�Of course you can, we�ll get a frame for it out of the closet.�

After tucking Leilani into bed and making sure that she was holding her new favourite photo, Chelsie showered and towelled dry in record time. She peeked in on Leilani before retrieving the small pile of Mark�s belongings she had rescued from his backpack and carried them to her bedroom. She leaned back on the pillows and flipped through the journal once again, taking care to read every entry. Mark�s words prompted tears and laughter and as she read she could hear his voice clearly, almost as if he was reading the words aloud to her. His last words that he had written for her still hurt. She wanted to move on, she just wasn�t really sure how. She�d always carried so much emotional baggage around, maybe now that she was ridding herself of some of it, things would be easier. Chelsie set the journal aside and picked up the Ipod, turning it over in her fingers. Curious, Chelsie hit the power button. Nothing. Of course, it didn�t work, even if it did, after five years the battery was most likely drained. She tossed it back on the bed and picked up a novel from the bedside table. After a few pages, and reading the same passage over several times, her curiosity once more got the better of her and she put the novel down to go in search of fresh batteries for the little unit.

Chelsie popped a new battery in the compartment and plugged in the earpiece she had also found in the drawer. Her mouth dropped open as music blared forth from the ear bud headphones. A quick glance at the screen confirmed that Mark had been listening to the music folder of �their� songs that she had created for him. A tear slid down her cheek as she realized that the song Mark had been listening to had been the one they both listened to as they shared their first time together. She tracked through the folders � choreography, party, show, Chels. She stopped at this one to browse the song titles and saw they were songs that must have reminded Mark of her. The next folder made Chelsie drop the Ipod to the mattress in surprise. �For Chels�, it read, �After�. A quick listen to snippets of the songs told Chelsie these were not the types of songs Mark normally listened to. These were songs of loss, of heartbreak, of sadness. Goodbye songs. Had he been planning on leaving her? Did he think some songs would make things better? That didn�t seem like the Mark she knew. She paged through the journal again, but saw no mention of the songs on the Ipod or plans to leave her for someone else. She chose the first song in the folder and let it play in it�s entirety.

Drive my Soul by Lights

Seems somebody put out the moon Now the road is a minefield I can�t follow the way she moves I can�t see past the shadows You make the darkness disappear I feel found when you stay near I know where I am when you are here My way becomes so clear

When you�re gone Will I lose control? You�re the only road I know You show me where to go Who will drive my soul?

Seems somebody burned out the signs I can�t expect the hard curves There�s no borders There are no lines How can I know where to turn? You make the street lights reappear I feel bright when you stand near I know what I am when you are here My place becomes so clear

When you�re gone Will I lose control? You�re the only road I know You show me where to go Who will drive my soul? Will I lose control? You�re the only road that I know You show me where to go Who will drive my soul?

Drive my soul When you�re gone Will I lose control? You�re the only road I know You show me where to go When you�re gone Will I lose control? You�re the only road I know You show me where to go Who will drive my soul?

The more she listened, the more Chelsie realized that these weren�t �goodbye, I�m leaving you� songs, they were �goodbye, I�m gone forever� songs. She let the songs play in a loop, listening and questioning how Mark could have possibly downloaded all the songs in the short time span of getting on the plane to its inevitable crash landing. She wondered why, if he had felt so strongly about a problem with the plane, he had got on it at all. Chelsie finally fell into a troubled sleep with the Ipod playing continuously, feeding the lyrics to her in her subconscious. During her slumber, she dreamed that Mark was with her, telling her the only reason he got on the plane was to get to her, he had missed her so much he had to take the chance, even though it felt wrong. He urged her to dance; convincing her that this music was for her and how he would rest better if only she would dance, even just once more � for him. When she woke, she pushed the button to repeat the last song. Chelsie listened to the lyrics with tears in her eyes. This was the song Mark wanted her to dance to. She knew it. He�d told her so and she wasn�t entirely sure it had been a dream. She stretched for the phone on the bedside table and dialled Gev�s office at the studio.

�I�ll dance in the show Gev. I want to dance for Mark.�

Some of Mark's songs for Chelsie

Until I figure out how to add a link here, find these songs and listen to the lyrics!

Drive My Soul - Lights

The Power of Goodbye - Madonna

Never Tear Us Apart - INXS

I Hope You Dance - Lee Ann Womack