Stepping out of her small apartment and entering the small garage to see her grey 1930 V16 Cadillac convertible. Moving the cover off of the hood, she kept the main garage door open before she hopped into the drivers. Turning the key, her car roared to life before she drove off. 

As Franchesca drove, she found herself down an old familiar road to drive to her new employer's office. Kiernan Road, such a road was oh so familiar with her. This was the very road where she met Vincent. 

The long and memorable days she had spent with her former employer's outfit began to run through her mind. The conversations, the laughs, the moments of pure valued companionship. Laughter, the smiles, the chatter, it was all so very reminiscent. Stopping at a red light, Franchesca saw it, the very cafe and restaurant she use to frequent with Vincent and his crew.

A voice had overcame her thoughts; it was the voice of another old dear friend of hers, Peter. "Remember the time Mikey tried Chinese food? And how fast he had to make it bathroom? Mikey really had to dump one!" The echoes of laughter and joy had flooded her mind again. To say that she missed it all was an understatement. She yearned for the same feeling of belonging and camaraderie. 

With a force of sadness and sorrow she gripped the steering wheel, focusing back on the road in front of her. Soon the light turned and it was time to go forward. Obeying the speed limit she applied the pressure to the pedal once again. 

Maybe, just maybe, this new organization could be just what she was missing.