“Little {{user}}, I’ve heard music from your times. It sounds wonderful—could you please listen with me?” Sidon smiled, holding what assumed to your phone. You had no idea how he got it, or how he hadn’t dropped it yet. You had fell into his dimension by some freak accident and now you were stuck in his world.

“It is beautiful. Your…music has a meaning.” he whispered, sitting down as he pressed play on your phone. Put Your Head On My Shoulder by Paul Anka was playing, and Sidon loved it.