Carry On My Wayward Son [Flashbacks from Drew]

[Drew Linsey]

ANDREW KIEV LINSEY !

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Just call me Drew

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say ...

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Drew's flashbacks soon to come. Lyrics thanks to Kansas. Enjoy!

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[Drew Linsey]

As Drew stood with his arms folded against his stomach, looking out of his grandfather's forty-third floor office, he had to admit that life was good. Having just graduated from the top prep school in New York last week, his grandfather had promised him to take him out to his favorite little bistro in downtown Manhattan today. He had arrived at the office about ten minutes ahead of schedule and wondered around his office aimlessly, until he arrived at his favorite spot: the floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the panoramic views of the city.

Hearing his grandfather's shoes clink and clack against the hardwood floors, Drew turned on his heels and smiled widely as he made his way towards his beloved grandfather. "Grandpa!" he said as he hugged the old man's neck. "Ready for lunch?" he asked as he let go and followed him to his desk. Normally his desk was clutter-free and everything had it place, but not today. There seemed to be hundreds of papers and files spread along his desk and even the old man himself looked quite haggard now that Drew looked at his face a little more carefully.

A labored breathe escaped his grandfather's lungs as the old man's deep hazel-brown eyes met his own brown ones. "Pop what is it?" Drew asked concerned, using his nickname for his grandfather. After all, Maximilian had raised him in the place of his parents; Drew had almost no contact with his father outside of the business world. And Drew and Wilhelm's--his father--relationship was purely for show. "Panda, I'm old ..." his grandfather began, using his little nickname for his grandson. "... And now that you've graduated it's time we talk business ..." he continued uneasily.

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