One fine morning, as the group busied themselves with their activities, Jimboy was taking a stroll along the beach, close to the shore, occasionally letting the gentle waves lap over his feet. One can only hazard a guess as to what was passing through his mind that morning but I’ll suggest that the new found freedom caused his mind to wonder to subjects he’d barely touched upon before. Imagine, if you will, that he was silently lamenting the relationship between the Sun and the Moon, and how, although both are so familiar to us, they are strangers to each other, the one constantly missing the other. Tragic, no? Perhaps Jimboy was prone to a sporadic melancholic emotion that would suddenly surge up in his chest as quickly as it would then disappear, only to be replaced with such mundane thoughts as ‘what’s for tea?’ or ‘do I have enough change in my pocket for a can of fizzy pop?’ Whatever was passing through this young mans mind was very quickly laid to rest, for what happened next is sure to test even the most credulous of you. It was a beautiful and mesmerizing sound, a hypnotic melody that swelled around Jimboy’s body. He knew not where is came from, certainly not from this world. Like nothing he had heard before the sound washed over him in waves of euphoria. The voices from another dimension were calling to him. He looked back to see if his friends could also hear the sounds but he had drifted further than he thought and they were little more than specks in the distance. Where was it coming from? The Sea, it must be the Sea. As he listened intently he felt the sound nudging him in a certain direction, he let himself be moved, submitting his body to the will of the melody, like a leaf in the wind. He found himself moving off of the beach and a few yards yonder he found a small out-house. This is where the melody had led him.
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