Keesokan hari Neal ditemani gadis itu, Neal diberikan sehelai kertas A4
putih sebelum gadis itu berlalu dua jam lebih awal dari waktu biasa
tanpa berpaling lagi untuk sekurang-kurangnya menjeling wajah Neal yang
keliru.

Neal membuka lipatan kertas tersebut dan membaca,

‘A house is like a boxing ring,

Loads of punching bags,

The more people you have in it the better you get,

Pouring all your stressful shitty but saying nothing less.

A house is like a boxing ring,

Loads of punching bags,

One time you started screaming and the others do that,

But you left the important things lingering and being all just that.

A house is like a boxing ring,

Loads of punching bags,

You thought you could rest in it and yet the more tired you felt,

You cry, you scream, you cry, you weep, you cry, you still, you cry, you –

A house is like a boxing ring,

Loads of punching bags,

You be one of it and start holding a pen,

As people won’t hear it might as well holding back,

Put it into words for whom actually care.

A house is not a home.

A home is for you to miss but I don’t feel that.

A home is for you to miss and I do feel that.

I do feel that. I do feel that.

*Isabella.*’

Neal tidak faham sastera. Dia tidak tahu sajak. Bahasanya adalah bisnes,
nombor, ekonomi dan akaun. Tetapi andai dia tahu lebih awal bahawa itu
adalah hari terakhir dia akan ditemani gadis tersebut dan Cuma sekeping
kertas itu sebagai ucapan selamat tinggal, Neal menyesal kerana bidang
bisnes yang dipilihnya empat tahun dahulu.