Spinning Compass Comunications

Sometimes you sit down and just start playing and the music perfectly reflects exactly how you feel.

He starts playing

[The comm fizzles just a little, catching the middle of a conversation that seems well into swing. As if the CB had come on of it's own violation.]

[Robin's ghostly voice:] -ing very striking. I must say you are...[a slight sultriness bites into his tone.] more than ever, your eyes. Even when you look at me in anger, or sorrow, I feel you. I believe, even still...[a shuffled step can be heard, and his voice is closer] after all this time you can see into my soul.

[Marian's soft chuckle only barely covers up a sob.]

Ten years and you're still peddling the same old drivel. [There's a slight shift of fabric.] Does it work in heaven?

[Robin chuckles softly]

[Robin:]You'd be surprised.

[Marian couldn't hide the second sob even if she wanted to.]

Amazed.

[A soft ghostly chuckle fades off, and only her soft sobs can be heard before the CB fuzzes out again.]