Lindy-Lou finally just let herself go; she took on the persona assigned and assimilated. Heck, she sorta knew most the folk there anyway if ya could count the cyberchats, Paltalk jams and telephone calls. Strange bits of conversation flitted through her mind as well as riffs from bygone pleasures. She reached behind her, slung her fiddle case across her front and lifted the strap over her head. Setting it down on one of the tables, she opened it and began to tune up, as well as tighten and rosin the beau (sorry, couldn't resist!)

As she started to play, a strange mist seemed to envelop her; it glittered and glinted with some kind of strange light. Most folks had their eyes closed and were listening. They knew they'd heard the tune before. All of a sudden one of them remember and put it together, shouting out, "It's Lindy-Lou!! I'd know that tune and fiddle anywhere. Remember back in HearMe, June of '01? Heya, Lindy! Howya doing, gyrl? What was the name of that tune, again?"

It took a minute before Lindy responded. She stopped mid-tune, turned toward her old compadre and smiled, "Why, Bertdarlin'...I called that one Nebula Rising. It's so nice to see you, again." As soon as she'd stopped playing the mist gathered itself and left through the open window, for all the world looking like the ghost of Christmas Lost. Just as Lindy started to play another tune, they all stopped dead in their tracks as they heard the shot ring out.