Once Frank had gone back to his home the first time, it was like a drug. He couldn't stay away. He soon needed his fix every day. He was emboldened because nothing had happened yet. No one noticed him watching the house or driving by several times a day, not yet anyway. He kind of got into a routine. Get off work at 9:00, drive by the house to make sure the coast was clear. Drive by again to make double sure the coast was clear. Park down the street and walk by and try and see in the windows. Sometimes he would stop by the Shamrock Pub first and get a couple cold six-packs of Bud to keep him company while he watched. The warm yellow light coming from the windows made him feel somehow closer to the kids; they were both being illuminated by the same light. It reminded him of one of Frances' favorite movies when she was little. They watched An American Tale probably a hundred times. It's a story about a little mouse named Fievel who gets separated from his parents and lost but they never stop looking for each other. There's a touching part where little Fievel sings the song "Somewhere Out There". Frank wonders if Frances is thinking about Fievel too. He wasn't normally a praying man, but he found himself looking up at the moon and saying a prayer that they would find one another in that big somewhere out there.
Somewhere Out There
written by James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil
Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there.
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true.
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