Nero spoke precisely. “Every moment that I relax, the song swirls in my thoughts.” He leaned forward and whispered. “How is it making you feel?” Harmony cocked her head and stacked empty plates on her tray. “At first, it was distracting, but now, I find it comforting. I like it. The songs are unfamiliar, but I know them all. It is very strange.” She smiled slightly and sat back. “It started that first day, during our walk, but I think I heard it while I was in the tank.” Harmony knew her face had taken on a dreamy cast, but it was how she felt when she thought about the song. It was more than music, it was the sound of a soul reaching out to hers and wrapping her in comfort. Finally, she noted the worry on Nero’s face. “What is wrong?” He looked around. “Not here. Are you done?” Harmony looked down and her trays were empty.
