Summary
If there was one thing that could stop a man dead in his tracks when he entered his house, it was the sound of something he never thought he would hear. It was faint, it could only just be heard from the entrance way to the house. Roy was frowning as he listened. No. It couldn't be, could it? A/N: Becky G's lyrics are italicized and are not mine. Just placed in as seen appropriate.