The silence of the night is broken by the faint melodies of songs of yesteryears, while the trains chug by in the distance. They are the dark shapes making their way into the darkness, their paths lighted by a straight ray of light that gets thrown into the distance. And suddenly the music stops and there is sheer darkness and the silence of the night overpowers the quietude. The crickets carry on with their banter and the big brown moth desperately tries to enter the room through the slit in the ventilator. Sounds of laughter come from somewhere and the night is told that it is not yet time to sleep.