‘I don’t hear anything,’ Emma said impatiently.
‘Shhhhhh.’ Lana commanded.
‘Music, it sounds like a…like a harp,’ Emma whispered.
‘Yeah, but why on earth can we hear a harp out here in the middle of nowhere?’
‘Is it coming from…up there?’ Emma whispered again as they both looked up towards the sky.
‘No, no way,’ Lana replied. ‘That’s just freaky.’
‘And our lives in general aren’t freaky?’ Emma asked as they both stood craning their necks upwards to try and hear it more clearly.
‘It’s definitely a harp, and it’s definitely coming from up there,’ Lana pointed to the sky again. ‘But what does it mean?’
‘I haven’t got a clue.’
‘Do you think it’s the…the… angels?’ Lana asked, feeling a little stupid for asking the question in the first place.
But Emma nodded, ‘I think it might well be
