He'd been puzzled at the sounds -- not that he didn't know what they were; he did. Very well, he knew such sounds. Why, he could deduce but who was doing this...and perhaps if he could help...He took a small risk in asking while trying to shut out memories of things he'd known before. Archie. The Midsummer Night's Dream. The Balclutha.
Mind if I drop in?
Archie. The Midsummer Night's Dream. The Balclutha.
He shook it off and gave a questioning chirp.
"Hellow?"