Music sat in the living room of her home, on the thick windowsill meant just for reading. In her hands was a tattered copy of<em>Moby Dick</em>. She looked out the window with a small sigh as the night lingered in the sky, waiting to overtake the falling sun. Night was coming and Music really didn't want to have to deal with the night. Those mobsters who were said to have moved into town would most likely operate under the cover of the darkness. Bookmarking her page and sliding her feet off the ledge, she stood, leaving the curtains behind her open. Perhaps she'd get a glass of water and watch the sun go down. Or watch her lawn and shoo away anyone nearby who looked suspicious, try to avoid letting anyone get killed on her property, thank you very much.