“I know I`ve never been there for you, but if you`ll give me some time then maby, just maby you one day will give me a chanse…to actually be you`re father, and be there for you?…I know I`m 22 years late, but please understand my situasion.” Shane leaned forward and hugged him tightly. It was the moment she`d been waiting for since she was a little girl, and she felt how much she`d been missing it. Someone to call her family. No mather what she`d decided to do now, she had a father to talk to, and that comforted her. It didden`t feel like hugging a stranger. It felt like hugging someone she`d been missing, and never seen in a very long while. It felt so right.
“I don`t know if I can just jump into a father-daughter relationship yet” Shane warned him, and whiped a tear away like it was distracting. Alan nodded in understandment. “But I know that you`re here, and I really want to call you my father, Alan”. Alan smiled widely at her. “So don`t ever call me Alan again” he said and poked her in the arm. Shane smiled back. “I won`t”. They hugged again and decided to meet after work to talk more about it. Shane went out the door. She felt strange, but better than ever though. Helen looked in Shanes direction, and her face expressed curiousity. Shane just smiled at her as she picked up a smoke from her pocket and put it in her mouth while she walked outside.

Shane stood there, inhaling the nicotine from the sigarette and closed her eyes. It was a cold day because of the chilly breeze. She could feel it in the clothe texture. When it enclosed her skin as she moved her hand to her face everytime she raised it, to close her lips around the sigarette. It felt like the past 20 minutes had been a dream. Maby a nightmare…Shane coulden`t discribe, but something were definetly better..in some way. Helen looked at her trough the glass walls, and Shane seemed different. Sort of peaceful, but confused at the same time. She thought she might be better of alone for a while, so Helen went back to her customer.

I can`t be losing sleep over this, no I can`t
And now I can not stop pacing
Gove me a few hours, I`ll have all this sortet out
If my mind would just stop racing

This is over my head, but underneath my feet
Cause by tomorrow morning I`ll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy

Cause I`m waiting for tonight
Then I`m waiting for tomorrow
And I`m somewhere in between
What is real, and just a dream

Lifehouse- Somewhere in between