Deep in the Dec, a melody lullabys. Bodhi nudges the bridge of his looking glasses up his nose. With his other hand, he carefully closes the circuit of a digital weapon he has modified.
Across the room, James is seated in his stagnant rocking chair, knitting fiercely as a puffy-eyed Jinn awaits. Terry descends onto a stool and captivates James within his stare.
He interrogates, "Where is Noe?"
Lancaster's guitar strikes a minor chord.
James' flitting fingers flex. "Nehruma."
Noe pries his eyes open to uncover a deep blue sky. He tries to see beyond the blue but is captivated by its allure. He feels as if he shall float away and enter its limerence.
A cloud disrupts his thoughts. Slowly sitting up, his mind is prodded by a silent voice, "Hello, Brother Noeremous."
Something rubs Noe's cheek.
