The band, Will Harmon and the Gandy Dancers, specialized in old-time music. They kicked off with Oh Them Golden Slippers , and many in the crowd rose to dance, none seeming to notice the eerie mist that eddied around them. When the band finished the song, they jumped immediately into another, Come Josephine in my Flying Machine , and Amy watched Lucy laughing and being pulled onto the dance floor by a smiling gray-haired man. As the couples twirled on the floor, Amy noticed a new face in the crowd, a gaunt young man dressed, like several other folks, in the clothing of a long-ago era. He stood in a dark corner by the bar, and neither the bartender nor anyone else seemed to notice him. He held something in his hands, then it caught the light- a fiddle. As she looked up to his face, she found he was gazing at her with a rather mournful smile.