Sing a song. She's been hearing the snatches of song coming from the front of the line as she got closer. And now abruptly she remembers Lorne, a month ago, asking would you at all mind humming a tune for me?

It unnerved her then; weirdly, it's heartening now, like seeing a familiar face in a crowd of strangers.

She gulps, takes a breath, and quavers out a line from the first song to come to mind: "A roomful of people, all waiting on one person's breath..."