"Hello, my new cellmate. I'm glad you're here. The voices get lonely sometimes. The big, shiny ball inside me says it wants to play, and it hums a song just for me. It's a loud song. A very, very loud song. You'll hear it soon. We'll all hear it soon. Now, what's your name? I'm sure it's lovely and will sound wonderful when I say it... and then when it's just a little whisper in the wind."