Out-Rage

01. Melody He is aware of the cold more than (how long he has been there alone) anything, and dimly of the way he can't form a single word and even more distantly of the panic starting to take root in the back of his mind and creep forward with slow determination -- and then it all fades and he is aware only of the (soft and warm) hands cradling him upwards, of the softly spoken gibberish that has no (rhythm or beat or song) meaning except gentle reassurance; and he drifts, too far gone to pay attention to anything, or to even question where the sudden safety has come from. 02. Serenade   The crickets chirp outside, their noise ghosting u