[There's whistling wind and the tops of buildings-- guess who's on the roof of Marshall? The communicator is facing away, toward the horizon, the far-off hills, and the distant, setting sun, all vivid pinks and oranges beneath the mass of clouds. In the background, there's the sound of a
music box, playing in tinkling little notes.
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That was a pretty song, Oz. It was soft, but I could hear it.
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[Video again, and there's a pretty golden pocketwatch on the end of a chain. It opens with a click, and Oz holds it up to reveal a music box inside.]
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[It is a pretty golden pocketwatch; like a treasure! ~♪ Her eyes remain fixed on the object, thoroughly impressed with it.]
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Ah, I guess it could just be me, but... listening to this always makes me feel nostalgic.
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The song comes to an end.]
Sorry, I got a little distracted, didn't I?
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She shakes her head slowly in answer. It's all right. Songs tend to have that effect. (Just look at her.)]
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A-ah. I'm glad you enjoyed it. [Blushh.]
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Thank you for showing me the sunset, too.
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[...and doesn't that sound familiar?]
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Ah, I...
[Aww and now he's blushing again.] That's kind of you to say, Miss Nill.
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