A music box sits in the corner of a room. It turns as it hums a familiar tune. A little hand turns it at a gentle pace. She smiles at her brother as the pair of them sing their favourite lullaby. Suddenly, a friendly hand halts the little girl. She turns to her beaming friend who holds a thick white snow globe in her palm. The pair of them listen to the tale yet again.
The children both walk through the busy streets. Their kite has run off and they embark to find it before the wind claims it as her own. They kick up their feet as they push through the crowd. A tall, gangly man stands with a drum on his back and an accordion in his hands. His face is bright in a radiant smile. Through their excitable panic, his soft, familiar voice hums to them:
Wind's in the east, mist coming in,
Like something is brewing, about to begin.
Can't put me finger on what lies in store,
But I feel what's to happen, all happened before.
Jane Banks awoke with a start. Her ears throbbed at the sound of Ellen, rapping on her door. Her reality began to settle in around her as she recalled the new arrangements of her present life. Tilting her head slightly, she looked through her window. Past the giant cross taped against the glass, she observed the peak of sunlight coming up from over the horizon.