Handy swore as he got back to his feet again. He risked looking up again, this time straining himself to consider the black… things up above before being forced to look away coughing, trying to suppress his rising bile and dizziness. A song, a song, he had to think of a song. One that was close to him when he was a child, but what? He didn’t remember any lullabies that were sung to him, and the lullabies he did generally know of had no particular meaning to him, probably because he didn’t remember being sang to... No, that was not quite right either, surely he was sung to as a child, but for the life of him he couldn't remember. Christmas songs? Those were always cool, but those were more associated with the holiday than himself. Any song he felt particularly attached to other than those were less childhood and heart-warming and more mature, both in tone, meaning and content. Well… there was one song he remembered from his days on the playground, but it wasn’t one he wanted to be known for singing, even if the others here lacked any context for it.