Bex had walked back to the house. She had wiped her face in the library bathrooms, and although most of her makeup was now gone, making her snow-pale as before, her hair was still ringlets, bouncing out into her natural curls. She opened the door and went into the living room. Immediately, she noticed the beautiful piano in the corner, where the telescope had once stood. She moved closer beside it, stroking the keys with her fingertips. Taking a deep breath, she sat down at the piano, and softly, she began to play. Rebecca was hesitant at first – it had been so long since she had played, or indeed, been allowed to play – but gradually her fingers began to remember the notes and the chords and the keys. She began to make music up on the spot, pouring all her feelings into the song which was flowing from her heart and was singing through the piano.

Bex sat there, unaware of the world around her, simply playing her heart out. She was so lost in the music that she didn't realise that the entire House had gathered round to hear her play. Eventually, she stopped, and with a start realised that the Housemates were standing there in silence, spellbound.

"Do you like it?" she asked shyly. Nina spoke first. "I – that – wow," she said. "Could you play it again?" Bex looked around at the others who all nodded eagerly, and, just like that, they all made themselves comfortable on the sofas. She smiled timidly, and, turning back to the piano, began her song again.

It started off with a gentle melody, a simple tune which was rich in harmonies. It was pretty and light. But then the music began to darken. Bex, hardly aware of what she was doing, began to play a lower melody, which overthrew her butterfly song. The song became darker and darker, and before long Bex was playing her terror out on the keys, making the piano hum in dark, melodious tones. The melody twisted and turned, getting faster and faster, with high, minor chords – until slowly, the tune weaved its way back into a crescending major scale.

The rest of the House sat there, spellbound, until Bex had finished. They looked on in silence whilst Bex slowly turned back around to face them. "How d'you like it?" she asked.

"It was incredible. Did you just make that up off the top of your head?" Mick asked. She nodded, and everyone looked surprised. "So, what's it called?" asked Mara cheekily. Bex turned pale and cleared her throat. "It doesn't have a title. It's the story of my life through music." She looked suddenly tired. "If you don't mind, it's been a long day. If you could tell Trudy not to bother with my supper – I think I'm going to go to bed." She left the room, and the housemates slowly departed as well, leaving the Sibuna's in the living room.

"That was incredible," breathed Nina. "Who knew?" They all looked at Jerome, who shrugged. "Hey, I didn't know my girlfriend was some kind of Mozart."

However, his face darkened. "The story of my life, she called it…How music of that music was sad?" "I dunno, nearly all of it?" answered Alfie. He began to speak again, but Amber interrupted him. "Nina, didn't you say she was hidden or something?" Nina nodded, looking curiously at her. "Well, what better way to keep her safe if she had the rest of Sibuna watching out for her?" Fabian joined in eagerly. "Amber, that's really smart! We don't have to tell her about last year, Nina, but we can watch out for her – she'll be safer if she has us watching her back. Isn't that right, Jerome? Jerome?" They looked around themselves, but Jerome was nowhere to be found. "Maybe he's gone to talk to Bex?" Amber suggested.