PSH HOMEWORK. (is what I'm doing right now anyway.)
Why would anyone want to run from this face?
... okay, that's what Pan would have said had he known what she was thinking, but he was still doing his little dance-and-play routine. When one song ended, another began, and this one was made up of call-and-answer patterns in two different keys, almost as if it were written to embrace, say, the echoes.
In memory of someone he had loved once, very much.
Come to think of it, someone who had looked a lot like ... that woman right over there ...
Pan did not actually drop his pipes, but for a second he wanted to. And in the second after that it was impossible to say he wasn't playing at her.