The music seemed haunting, but she didn't bother looking for the source. She just found where her father and her had sat when they had their biscuits the previous day and looked upward, sighing. She was rather surprised her phone didn't continue to buzz, but it had remained silent for more than ten minutes. She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at it blankly. Sure enough, her father had been trying to get in touch with her. There was a couple of missed calls from him, and a few text messages explaining that he was sorry, the most recent couple only saying, "Where are you?" "Please call me, I'm worried." "Marlowe, are you okay?"