After Natalie and Anthony silenced, the room seemed to relax. The both seemed to be breathing deeper, easier.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in Anthony’s head. He whipped around and pointed a finger at the small computer room room. An iTunes program installed itself and kicked to life on Anthony’s laptop screen, and loaded hundreds of songs he had never even seen before.

Natalie raised an eyebrow. “Has the magician come up with a new trick?”

“Wait for it….wait for it..” Anthony said.

Music was suddenly projected through the entire apartment. Anthony had never heard the song before, but it had some kind of almost eerie familiarity to it.

How are things on the west coast. I hear your doing just fine. The singer of the song rang out to a thick bass line.

A look of surprise bloomed upon Natalie’s face. “This is my favorite song! I love Interpol!” She exclaimed. “How did you know?”

Anthony smiled. “A magician never reveals his secrets.”