At first it sounded like someone had blasted the radio over the PA system a little too loud. But it became evident after a few moments that the music was too crisp, too clear to be coming in over a speaker system. It sounded live, but was too perfect in execution to be a musician singing randomly in the connivence store.
Billy stood with another female backed up in a corner, his hand planted above her left shoulder, leaning into the wall. His eyes were red and tears threatened to develop. They looked to be stuck in the middle of a heated conversation... set to music.
"We're gunna pick pick pick pick pick it apart. Open it up to find the tick tick tick of a heart. A heart, broken.
"A hero saves the day and then, nobody asked him where he's been. The other heroes said 'Again?' They didn't ask 'Why?' Why save a city if it's dead? When did you choose that cute redhead? They didn't care how long she bled! Who knew the story? What came before he didn't tell. They don't want you to...
"But now we pick pick pick pick pick it apart. Open it up to find the tick tick tick of a heart. A heart, broken."
If they were aware of The City's frozen predicament, they had long been preoccupied with an entirely different sort of concern.