Melpomene hadn't had many plans for the afternoon. The current production at the theater was being handled just fine without her being there and looming, and she'd already done everything else that was critical. Helen was with Nick, and probably playing games with Shadow, leaving her mother to do as she wished. Most would rush home to their children. Mel was out driving, seeking out something more interesting.
She found herself in her sister's neighborhood. Realizing this, she began to work her way toward her sister's house, and began to feel more and more like that was exactly where she should be going. That wouldn't be a good sign. It meant either her sister needed her -- for some reason that she hadn't just called her for -- or that near her sister there was a tragedy. Mel could only hope she wasn't about to walk into a marital fight.
Pulling up and stopping to park before the house, the pull was growing. It didn't feel just like a pull of tragedy, but something more. She cocked her head to the side, listening, and slowly moved forward. The song was carried in the air easily, and it tickled in her memory.
As soon as the tune was clear enough to hear, Melpomene recognized it. She grabbed her iPod and slipped the ear buds in, hiking up the volume as she broke into a run and headed for her sister's house. It only took moments for her to spot the ladder, and see her fallen sister. She raced to her.
"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit..." she muttered to herself as she saw the pool of ichor. Ignoring it, she bent and pressed her hand to Erato's skull, searching for the wound, even as she fought the urge to follow the music she could hear. "[Sister... Wake up...]" Melpomene started to gift her a small thread of power, hoping to help her sister recover even a little.