Beyond the city lights I was playing my guitar. With no place to call my own I just wander aimlessly, lifting peoples hearts with my music. No-one saw me but I didn't mind. I am Morgan Melodeon and I am music.

I walked along the empty street, my knee-high, grey boots tapping a rhythm on the pavement. I felt a slight tugging sensation and looked up at the opposite rooftops. Candlelight was reflecting from it. I smiled to myself. Walking to the building, I listened, my hearing being better than most. I had decided what to play by the time I got to the door of the apartment block. I held my hand against the door, unlocked it and went up the stairs.

I had my guitar out and ready by the time I got to the roof. A couple was sitting up there, gazing at the stars. I crept till I was behind them and started playing, a soft romantic tune. Before long they were gazing into each other's eyes. I took my leave, and was once again on the street. I walked about 2 blocks and a park before I arrived at Sophie Bennett's home. I slung my guitar over my back and moved their stepladder under her window. I looked in. Her Mum was just putting her to bed. Perfect timing, I thought to myself. As her mum left she looked out the window. I waved at her. She just kept on gazing, through me. I sighed, looking behind me. There was the moon, bright in the sky. I turned around to find her lying, with her eyes closed, facing towards the window. I started playing a lullaby. (We are one people from the film Asterix and Obelix for those who are curious.)

I had just finished putting the ladder away when I saw strands of glowing sand floating across the sky. I watched as one of them passed through Sophie's window to give her a dream. I walked out of the shed and looked up as Sanderson Mansnoozie or Sandy floated along on his golden cloud. Although I hadn't spoken to him in a while I still remembered his "voice." He seemed to look cuter than ever if that's possible. I hadn't spoken to him in over 150 years. I scolded myself. I knew perfectly well why I stayed away. I sighed silently before gazing up again. I wished I could have told him at least. I walked for about 4 blocks. I stopped having heard a slight sound. I cocked my head waiting for it to happen again. Suddenly, a shadow rushed past me almost knocking me over. Shocked, I ran after it, knowing that it was probably the thing which had made the noise. It kept leaping over the rooftops. I still ran after it, my trench coat billowing out behind me, thinking that I knew it from somewhere. A cold wind blew down the street as the figure leapt into the air and flew. I kept pace. I recognized the skinny figure. Jack Frost. The last time I had seen the prankster he had thrown my guitar Emma, into a lake. It had taken her ages for her to dry out. I ended up in an alleyway, at a dead end. I slowly turned round in a circle, pulling my guitar out. (If I strum the right notes it shoots a bolt light towards the thing I am aiming it at.)

I heard something move behind me and spun round, heart racing. There was nothing there but I knew that something had been there. I was looking in the shadows, ready to fight, when I got the feeling that something was behind me by the tingling feeling down my spine. Before I managed to turn round though something had grabbed me and shoved me in a sack. I heard garbled speech, a shattering then whooshing sound, and then I was thrown into a spinning roller coaster thing. The next thing I knew was landing on a hard 'floor' I assumed. I heard muffled rather than garbled (don't ask for an explanation, I don't know how it was different) speech and someone hushing the speakers. I then crawled out of the sack and saw the Guardians.