You are sitting at a table in a small, lush, futuristic looking room. The view out of the window shows you the expanse of the colorful and elegant looking galaxy. When you hear a voice. "Men trærne danser og fossene stanser" You look up, you would always recognize the blue eyes that look at you, the voice continues singing. "When she sings, she sings “come home”" you smile and slowly the person slides next to you. "When she sings, she sings “come home” he whispers before he presses a kiss on the top of your head.