He'd been lying in Gobo's nook of a bed, still awake long after his thoughts had quieted down. The Rock was alive even in the quietness of night, it was just something he could feel... He'd been happy just to lie back and take it in.
Then he'd heard it, not out there but within. Something like a melody. He'd been able to stay relaxed, to just listen... And then came the words. Louie sat up - fortunately, not all the way, because bunk beds meant he was used to having a "roof" over his bed. Was this...?
Now he was creeping - or trying to creep, quietly - through the Rock. He had to find Gobo, and fast. Part of him was terrified that he'd lose the song soon. That it would disappear as quickly as it had come.
"Gobo- Oh!" he saw his friend cuddled up against Mokey, noticed their contentedly sleepy smiles and their intertwined tails, and paused in surprise. "Uh, sorry. Am I interrupting?"
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Then he'd heard it, not out there but within. Something like a melody. He'd been able to stay relaxed, to just listen... And then came the words. Louie sat up - fortunately, not all the way, because bunk beds meant he was used to having a "roof" over his bed. Was this...?
Now he was creeping - or trying to creep, quietly - through the Rock. He had to find Gobo, and fast. Part of him was terrified that he'd lose the song soon. That it would disappear as quickly as it had come.
"Gobo- Oh!" he saw his friend cuddled up against Mokey, noticed their contentedly sleepy smiles and their intertwined tails, and paused in surprise. "Uh, sorry. Am I interrupting?"