Prologue: Across the Universe:

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
And call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They stumble blindly as they make their way across the universe

It seemed to take for ever from the moment that Bellatrix's spell hit Sirius in the chest to the point he fell beyond the Veil. In that brief and simultaneously infinite moment the highs and lows of Sirius' life danced before his eyes. What was unexpected about that instant was the music that coloured his life, it was almost tangible in the scenes that flashed in front of him, unseen by others around him. The music of his existence ebbed and flowed making the memories almost physical as he relived the important life shaping and affirming junctures that made Sirius the man he had become. His throat constricted as his arms waved hopelessly through the air looking for non-existent purchase and then the once vibrant, hopeful and vital man blinked out of existence.