"Songs never end," she said, keeping her hand on his head. "They just change."

Had she read that somewhere? Mina couldn't really remember. It certainly didn't sound like anything she would pull out of the air. She wasn't poetic by nature. When she commanded attention, it was by being boisterous or funny. All her poetry consisted of stolen snatches. Like the big words she used. Not really hers. Just something borrowed.

Still. It sounded good.

She beckoned Donna over with a nod of her head. "Donna and I are going to stay right here with you," she told him. "You trust us, right? You know neither of us would let anything happen to you?"