For years Sarah pretended it wasn't there, shadowing her wherever she went - or was it the other way around, that it was where it belonged, and she had never quite returned?

The music was eerie, tempting and beautiful, filled with the same playful power that lit in a fae king's eyes, but this, unlike those strange eyes . . . it was aimed at nothing, existing only for the pure pleasure of its own being.

It proved far harder to resist, and while Sarah fought her own impulses for years, tried drowning out the otherworldly music with its Aboveground imitations, eventually . . . Sarah simply closed her eyes and turned, taking her first step wherever that music would lead, towards its heart - towards the Underground once more.