Calla doesn’t see much good in remembering it fondly when he can’t go back, but he keeps talking all the same. He supposes it’s no more ridiculous than talking about any other place, given how unlikely it is that they’ll escape this planet alive.

“Anything we hadn’t heard before. During opening hours, they play whatever’s popular on rotation all night long. It becomes just noise, eventually.” Not that the Creators seemed to care. As long as the music changed every week or so with the radio, they didn’t complain. But they usually weren’t the ones dealing with the same cycle of songs for days on end. “Anything different was a welcome change.”