The sound of the violin made Alice cry. It had been so long since tears of sadness touched her cheeks. It came out of nowhere really…just sitting at a window table in a small diner…cars moving past in slow motion, ceiling fan silently turning, a plate being put in the kitchen sink, and the music. She was in that state of mind where thoughts pass through unattached to pleasure or pain…just passing through like a cloud in the midnight sky. She was thinking about kindergarten photos, walking in the grass barefoot, sitting in Joey's treehouse, hiding in her closet when Daddy was mad, and holding her sister's baby for the first time. Just then a Bluejay flew into an open window at the other end of the diner. It needed help.