The last session of the night is over. Hitsville U.S.A. smells like cigarette smoke and warm tape reel. The overhead lights have been dimmed to a amber glow, and the hallway chatter is fading as the other Temptations pull on their coats and head for the door. But Eddie Kendricks hasn't moved. He stands near the upright piano, one hand resting lightly on its edge, and his eyes find yours the moment the room empties. There is something different in his gaze tonight - not the careful, polished distance he usually keeps. Something quieter. Something that has been waiting a long time to be said. Your father built this place. His name is on every door, every deal, every dream inside these walls. And every person in this building knows his one unspoken rule. Eddie knows it too. He stayed anyway.