Derek listened, but it didn't make sense. It couldn't. "I heard it, John. The music, the light, the pain. I'm telling you, she was..." She was there and he couldn't breathe properly. He tried to look at the piano where she was playing, but John was in the way. John was young and worried, and it was all wrong.
What the hell was going on? He leaned forward, head buried between his knees. He was going crazy, but he could still hear that music in his head, even while John talked. Some part of him knew that it couldn't be possible, the two things could exist at the same time, but he'd been so sure. It had all been so real.
Derek looked up, confused. "You sure? God, I saw her. I... I thought I saw her."