The pretty pastel shades of music emanating from Keith's room is currently soothing in a way no-one could desire. It's the music no-one knows that they want until they hear, the tones can instantly put a baby giraffe into a peaceful dreamland. Yet I am resisting it's lull, it's sweet call and for what but winning the battle. No-one cares about the competition, Lance. That's when I hear it. Go to sleep. Normally I would but I refuse to be defeated by the sounds that Keith uses to put his plant's to sleep. I use the music too, you know. Who are you? Have you even noticed that you're not speaking out loud. You're using some type of telepathic communication but I don't appreciate you reading my thoughts really.

W-What, I don't mean to read your thoughts. It just kinda happened. Oh, well I forgive you. Who are you, anyway? You don't recognise my voice. I'm tired, Keith's music is calming. I'm gonna fall asleep. My name is-

Ah, I fell asleep. I never got to learn his name... wait a minute. He asked if I recognised his voice so it must be someone I know but who? What did the voice sound like, again