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[There is a great deal of car horns going off and angry drivers shouting out of their window. Ligeia, not taking the usual root of finding her new home, has gone straight out of the complex and is jumping up and down on the tarmac road outside. She sounds bewildered, excited and annoyed at the same time. Though the latter is not as noticeable because of her musical voice.]
Where are oceans, seas, sailors to die? she asks.
[There is a huff.]
Ligeia will sit and wait for them to return. Yes, yes, they will return.
[You hear one of the angry voices getting louder as someone approachs her, and she adds thoughtfully.]
Driver of metal chariot, no horses, angry so angry.
[A brief pause]
Ligeia will sing to him.
[You hear her start to sing and then there is the sound of all the buttons on her phone being pressed until she finds the right one. Cue end of transmission.]
Where are oceans, seas, sailors to die? she asks.
[There is a huff.]
Ligeia will sit and wait for them to return. Yes, yes, they will return.
[You hear one of the angry voices getting louder as someone approachs her, and she adds thoughtfully.]
Driver of metal chariot, no horses, angry so angry.
[A brief pause]
Ligeia will sing to him.
[You hear her start to sing and then there is the sound of all the buttons on her phone being pressed until she finds the right one. Cue end of transmission.]