You’re doing nothing, really, just floating around like you have ever since you came to this godforsaken place, when you see a light, coming at you from the strange place, the place that seems to glow with happiness and life, the place on the other side of the tunnel. You’ve seen lights come from there before, but they were fake lights, bad lights, lights that fooled you and tried to invade your only sanctuary, but maybe this light is different. Maybe it’s the light, the one they all talk about, the one that will finally put you to rest.
	You see others move toward the light, follow it, before screaming and falling to the ground. You don’t know what they’re doing, why they’re leaving this light alone instead of touching it and fading away, like they’re supposed to. You’re confused, but as it grows closer, you see it, and realize that it isn’t the light, it’s just an impostor, just like the many other lights that have come your way. You float toward it, preparing to do exactly what you did to all the other lights, all the other invaders.
	But then, as it gets even closer, noise, terrible, terrible noise, grates against the ears which you haven’t used for so long. It gets louder and louder, as the light grows brighter and brighter, and the strange carriage holding the light grows closer and closer. More of your fellow ghosts are reaching for it, and more of your fellow ghosts are falling back, away from the strange light and the terrible noise.
	As it passes by, you, too, reach out to touch it, to hold it, to carry it back like you’ve done with the many other light-carriages that came by, but before you can, the horrible noise grows even louder, and you wince, as it moves past you.
	You whoosh on after it, reaching toward it, trying to pull it back, but the noise, the noise, you can’t go near it. You see, through the pieces of glass lined along the sides, heads bobbing, horrible, evil, human heads, and suddenly you’re filled with hate, with rage, with a newfound desire to get these people out, and get them out now.
	With this new energy, you make one final leap toward the bright, noisy carriage, and finally touch the very back of the cursed thing, but as soon as you do, your entire body feels a strange, shaking feeling, from your head to where your toes once were, and you jerk back again, your would-be head aching from the strange vibrations.
	As it moves away, toward the place you once lived, a place filled with darkness and death, the sound grows quieter, and you finally realize just what this strange sound is. It’s a sound you haven’t heard since you died, a sound that was once pleasant, but now haunts your darkest nightmares. It’s music. As the other ghosts, the ones who haven’t yet had this revelation, scream and moan, you listen harder, more carefully, and begin to realize just what this music is.
	It’s a strange type of music, something you’d never heard when you were alive, something so unfamiliar, you could hardly tell it was music at all. As you listen, though, a sort of warmth fills you, a warmth you haven’t felt for so long, you forgot it existed. As the carriage leaves the tunnel, bound for places unknown to you, a smile comes to your face, and you begin to hum. Maybe this music isn’t so bad.