A sound, the first Rune heard above the humming of the distance machines since the animal had run into the forest at his approach. At first it sounded like a piston or some other device striking against metal, but softly; he focused on the noise until he realized there was a rythym, piano keys striking against strings, music. He continued listening, began recognizing the melody. It was a song, a popular one, this wasn’t a recording but somebody reciting it, on the piano, in one of the cabins along the lake. Rune nodded; the song was sad but beautiful, and the pianist was performing it quite well.