Jim's clip found her on a winter Friday night at home, with Paola and Claudia. Silvia read the Twitter DM and asked Paola to make more mate, while she breathed deep and sat down opposite Claudia, to tell her whom she'd actually met before leaving the US.

Claudia laughed out loud, refusing to believe a single word she'd just said.

So Silvia showed Claudia the video from the Miller ranch, and the blog Jim had designed for them to share their stuff.

"Why don't just have a Facebook private group?" asked Paola from the kitchen, while Claudia gaped at the pictures.

"Jay hates any social network related in any way to Mark Zuckerberg," Silvia replied. "He even calls him Suckerborg! And he swears he'll never give him access to his phone and personal information."

Paola came back to the table and nodded to Claudia, chuckling. Their friend was still gawking at the one photo of Silvia and Jim together.

"Yeah, she wasn't kidding," Paola said, giving Claudia a mate. "I was speechless too when she told me."

"And I almost dropped dead when I found out," said Silvia, smiling. "However, I'd like to keep it a secret."

Claudia was able to remove her eyes from the tablet to look up at her. "Then why are you telling me?"

"'Cause he just sent me another video." Silvia shrugged. "You know me."

Paola rolled her eyes. "You can't wait to see it. Not even a couple of hours until we leave."

Silvia brought her brother's laptop to the table and opened the blog there. Paola and Claudia pulled their chairs closer, flanking her to watch the video too.

The clip had hardly started when Silvia's hand squeezed Paola's under the table.

It was an acoustic version of Tonight is Our Night, that Jim was playing with an electro-acoustic Fender Silvia recognized right away, sitting on an old ugly couch that looked oddly familiar. The camera opened the frame and Silvia let out a shaky giggle, because that was the bus station, and Jim was singing from their corner of the waiting room.

Her eyes welled when he looked up straight into the camera and tilted his head with a mild smile to sing softly, in his lower octave.

And all we really need
Is something better than what we've done
Start a new life, stop waiting for it to come
I know that you can change this.

But then he shook his head and stopped playing. "Nah, too quiet," he said.

There was a smash cut and the studio version started where he'd left off, at the beginning of the chorus, an avalanche of music that took Silvia and her friends by surprise.

There it was, the whole band, No Return playing in their studio at the Miller ranch, and then in the middle of a field, no wires or microphones, just them with their instruments, in some amazing shots of the prairie in a windy afternoon.

And as they played and the song went on, quick takes started to pop up, making Silvia giggle again. They showed Jim walking around the bus station, smiling as he brushed past people on the platforms, and once more sitting on the old couch, arms folded and his black cap covering his eyes, just like she'd seen him sleep.

There was a very funny moment of him standing by the coffee machine, still and serious, holding a cardboard sign that read, "BITCH," with an arrow pointing at the old junk. Until Sean showed up and turned the sign around. And now the sign read, "BASTARD," with an arrow pointing up at Jim. He raised his eyebrows while Sean showed his thumbs up to the camera with a villain smirk.

The second part of the song made Silvia hold her breath. Jim was singing from the room they'd shared in town, standing by the window where he'd first kissed her, hands in his pockets as he looked out with a mild smile.

The room was clean and tidy, but a new round of flashes popped up, showing the same room made a complete mess, bags and clothes all over and the bed a twirl of sheets and covers. Silvia blushed, because she knew those images came straight from Jim's phone.

By the bridge of the song, Jim appeared at the bus station again, making Silvia's eyes well. He was back to the acoustic version, sitting in the gap between the vending machines where he'd found her crying.

Don't ever sell yourself

The image dissolved into a wide shot outside the bus station.

Silvia recognized the side of Sean's truck by the road coming from the Interstate. With a lump up her throat, she spotted a dark figure at the corner of the bus station, by the end of the platforms. The figure of a woman with a rucksack and her hair waving in the wind, that walked out of sight behind the building.

The camera turned to the truck and showed Jim sitting in the back, the tail gate down and his feet on the bumper, as he played her guitar and sang with his eyes on the spot where the woman was standing a moment earlier.

Time will tell
Tell us far beyond
All we think we know
And all we think we can be.

The camera moved only enough to show a Greyhound driving by the truck toward the Interstate as he finished the song.

Far beyond our fears
Far beyond we'll find it...

Jim looked at the bus driving away to the south with that mild smile pursing his lips again, jumped down from the back of the truck, closed the tail gate and climbed in the cab, behind the wheel. To drive away to the north.

**Chasing Avalanche, Tonight's Our Night w/lyrics**