Ed kept working, chuckling at how adept she was at keeping him busy and how easily she switched into a remarkably practical (and forceful) demeanor on the phone.
While she was speaking to the authorities he let his mind wander, replaying the morning in his head. He hummed under his breath, a still unwritten melody--just a string of notes that began to gather together in his mind. The sound was soft and pleasant, despite the fact that he was grimacing as he hummed.