"I ..." Rinoa looked at the music box again, and then at the old lady. No. This was ... there was something wrong here. Like the masquerade all over again.

Her mother wasn't here. And if her mother was here, her mother would lecture her sternly for dawdling when she had a Knight to save.

It didn't matter how long the song took. If she started it, it might not stop again.

"I have to go," she said, standing up abruptly. "You're very kind, and thank you for letting me stay in here, but I have to go now."