There was music.
The first thing WALL-E noticed was that there was music. It was faint, all but indistinguishable from static, but it was there without a doubt.
Everything else was blurry. Darkness and swirls of color, but none of it made sense. It felt like walking through an ocean of molasses, sticky and rough, sweet and alluring. Part of it was dragging him, trying to hold on to him.
It didn't make sense to WALL-E, but it never felt like something to question...only something to be lost in. Lost...lost...lost.
There was still music, though.
It was beginning to feel clearer. Humming...someone was humming. Yes. A tune he knew he recognized, even though it was still hard to make out. The molasses continued to pull at him, asking him to stay forever, but that song...WALL-E knew he had to find it.
A sudden shock of warmth ran through him then. The dark seemed repelled by it. It felt...good. Comforting. Loving. And suddenly WALL-E felt himself moving through the molasses, making sense of the swirls, going somewhere he didn't know where but knew he needed to be.
It all gave way to her. Holding his hand. Looking at him with eyes full of worry and something deeper. He knew her...he knew this world. This song. "Ev-ah...?" he whispered, and knew he'd found his way home.
X X X
Ever
strong
Our future song,
To sing it must be free.
Ev'ry
part
Is from the heart,
And love is still the key.
-Flying
Dreams, Paul Williams