As was typical the lux was noisy as it’s inhabitants either packed up to leave or were just tidying up for the weeks to come. Calan sat on the porch with watching quietly. When things died down he sat back. He felt a mixture of anger, and frustration; but still at the same time he had reasons to be happy, hopeful even. Calan picked up the instrument he’d previously left outside Ruki’s door. Calan started to hum as he tuned the guitar down from standard tuning to a lower register. Calan sat back on the porch and began plucking at strings looking for the combination of sounds he could hear in his head. It was a tune he’d heard in another shard, or maybe it was a memory that belonged to someone else. Either way he wanted to try play the song before everyone would return to the lux.