I want to apologize to anyone I served last night. I realize I was the world's most unhappy bartender last night and I probably made the mood at the Roadhouse drop a couple notches. After spending the day on the back of Sirius' bike, I have come to the conclusion that Huck would not want me to mope around. If he were still here he'd say something teeth numbingly sweet to make me smile and then probably kiss me. While I will definitly miss that, I have those memories and him being sent back can't take those away from me.