The Light from Our Bodies Precedes Us: The second basement of Building Six at the Kennedy Space Center is not, Frank reminds himself, straightening his shoulders and stepping out of the elevator, one of the more intimidating offices in the NASA compound. It is, in fact, just one workshop out of many, where fabricators test out designs that come from the engineers upstairs--where Frank works. The problem with the workshop in Frank's building, however, is that Mikey Way works there. And Mikey Way is a category unto himself.
Put Your Little Hand In Mine: Follows five years after The Light From Our Bodies Precedes Us. In which important steps are taken and there are snuggles.
Like a Tickertape Parade: It's late on a Friday night and Mikey is holed up in his room on the phone with Alicia, cord stretched as far as it'll go across the floor and through the crack in the door. Frank can hear his murmuring, just slightly, underneath the TV. He and Gerard are curled up under a blanket on the couch, watching Johnny Carson. It's been cold out lately, down as low as mid-forties at night, which feels chilly inside Gerard and Mikey's drafty apartment. Frank shivers, tucking his feet more closely under his thighs, and Gerard casts him a concerned look.