The song dragged on. It's slow, soothing tune carried through the Mystery Room, an almost silent place were it not for the music originating from the radio.
Alfendi couldn't believe it was still working, after at one point, the speakers screeched out at a high pitched level, alarming his coworkers a bit. That thing should've stayed in the trash Lucy found it in.
He had to admit though, this song made him feel sad, even a bit tired, for some odd reason. Upset for the end, for the final notes to pass.
Then it finally happened.
The room was quiet, still and it took both occupants a few minutes to realize what was different.
"Wot 'appened?" Lucy picked up the red and orange radio, trying to figure out what made the small machine stop working.
Alfendi let out a sigh of relief, glad that rusty piece of scrap decided it was time to stop. "It's done, Lucy. The radio had its time." He watched her fiddle with it, make the radio live again. What was odd, was how it ended. The message of the final song kept him thinking. Something about the whole ordeal struck him at an odd angle. "Lucy," He called her attention, though in a gentle manner, "do you feel… Like something important just occurred?"
She shrugged. "Sort of. Summat special right?"
"Like we've forgotten something or missed it at some point." Alfendi felt it; a passing wave, filled with confusing thoughts, flying over his head.
Lucy's eyes lit up. A new adventure? The possibilities! The thrill! Were they going to solve a new mystery? She hoped so. "Do you think we should find out wot it were?"
"Well, if it wasn't meant for us, then why should we worry about it?" Alfendi sat back in his seat, unsure of whether or not it was a good decision.
With a frown, Lucy looked down at the radio. Was it hiding something? She would never know. It was gone. "I guess you're right, Prof."