One song, glory

Dane slumped down onto the barstool and let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. He was nearly late, but not quite. As if on que his manager walked in, holding a briefcase.

Dane nodded as the arragments were made, now he had only one think left to do. Find his sister.

Dane shuffled out of the Metro and stuffed his hands into his pockets, removing a small faded photograph. "Alison, where are you?" He whispered, staying down at the smiling girl in the picture.

Dane shook his head and began walking, remembering what he'd been told. His sister was now going by the name of Aliceabella and she had dyed her hair.

Dane frowned, suddenly remebering the girl he'd found in the alley. She looked about the age his sister would be now...and there had been fire involved! "She got away." Dane whispered, smiling.

Dane frowned as he realised he'd taken a wrong turn. "Dresden Avenue?" He muttered, frowning as he saw a bunch of people gathered outside. He chanded into his small form and flew closer.