"What's keeping us from thinking up our own? A little Requiem for a Dream musical score here and there, irony of the song notwithstanding." She seemed content with walking on her own two feet now though the ground seemed to move oddly beneath them as she did. In fact, her steps were unnaturally long.

With a jerk of the head, she signaled to the path and took to taking point. She was struck with just the tiniest urge to hop on Song and ride her back, but she fought it off, realizing how awkward that would be to bring up later.