A story of loss and healing as a man who has lost everything finds a new purpose, a new reason to live. Prologue The music filled Tim's bedroom. The alarm on his phone rudely woke him up once more. He stared off into the darkness as his eyes flew open. The only source of light in his bedroom was from the cell phone that now repeatedly belted out the first part of Journey's hit song, "Don't Stop Believing." It was only mid-September and already the sun was rising after his 6 am wake up call. Of course it was still better than it would be soon. In just a few short weeks he'd be driving to and from work in the dark. September. He couldn't believe another year had passed. Rolling over he hit the volume button on the side of his phone to snooze his alarm. This was only a temporary stay of execution. His alarm proceeded to go off three more times before he finally could muster the energy to get out of bed. Shuffling off to the shower, he threw on the television in his bedroom and turned it up so he could hear the news while he went about his morning routine. He thought about picking something else to listen to in the morning. Lately the news channels seemed to move from one horribly tragic event to the next. It was certainly not a positive way to start the day.Fifty minutes later with a fresh iced coffee in his cup holder and a bagel from the local coffee shop in a bag on his passenger seat, Tim took the exit for Lincoln. Main street was deserted this early in the morning. In no time at all he pulled into the bank parking lot where he had been the manager for the past nine years. The morning air had a slight chill to it. A soft breeze rustled the needles on the pine trees that lined the parking lot. In the distance he could see the sun rising up over the mountains giving the morning sky a pinkish hue. Tim grabbed his suitcase from the backseat and walked to the front door. He noticed that the lawn service clearly hadn't come over the weekend and made a mental note to give them a call when they opened. Opening the door, he was greeted by the quiet stillness of the dark lobby. The last few years had been enough change for anyone. There was something comforting about returning to his mundane work. It reminded him that no matter what happens, time, events and people move on.