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    Ilya has never been a good sleeper, and tonight he just isn't tired enough. Every time he closes his eyes, Shane is there. And that fatal fucking tuna melt. It's been three weeks. Ilya is fine about it, he doesn't need Shane. They were never really anything anyway. None of which explains why, alone in this hotel room, Shane is all he can think about.

    So he gives up on sleep and heads for the hotel gym. On the way he finds a piano in an empty ballroom and sits down to play, the way his mother used to when she wanted to feel calm. Thinking he's alone, he lets himself have this. He plays, he sings. He cries to stupid Justin Bieber. And he never sees the hotel clerk in the doorway, filming.

    The next morning Shane walks into a locker room humming with energy. His teammates are huddled around Comeau's phone, laughing at something. It's Rozanov, alone in a hotel ballroom, playing piano and singing and crying. One minute of shaky footage takes Shane completely apart. He did this. And there is nothing he won't do to never see Ilya that alone again. He will not be that ghost Ilya sings about.

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