Keahi walked to Renard Manor. Renard had telephoned for her to come, that he had something for her. Instead of being conventional, Keahi hopped around the property, finding a place where she could leap over the wall and enter through an open window. She sniffed her way to Renard's room. She knocked.
"Yes, Mr. Vogel?" Renard called.
Keahi opened the door. "Not Preston," she said with a purr.
Renard jumped in his wheelchair and turned. "Ah, Keahi," he said. "I did not know you were here."
"No one does," said Keahi.
Renard frowned. "You don't have to slink around like a thief in the night," he said.
"But I enjoy doing so," said Keahi with an innocent look.
"I called you here because I have something for you," said Renard, wheeling over to a desk. He took a case from it and brought it over to her. "I thought you would enjoy it."
Keahi accepted the case and opened. Inside was a violin. She looked up at Renard.
"I thought you would like to play again," said Renard. "Maybe a little something for me?"
Keahi took the violin out of its case and tucked it under her chin, positioning the bow. "It's been a long time since I've played," she said.
"You never forget," said Renard.
After tuning it, Keahi began to play. Some of it was classical, some of it was Hawaiian that she had learned to turn into music for the violin. Keahi played for a good half hour before taking a rest. Renard stared at her.
"I did not know you could play like that," he said. "Someone with your talent should be playing in an orchestra."
Keahi gave a rueful smile. "I thought about it," she said. She reached up and touched her cybernetic arm. "Then this happened."
"You could try," said Renard.
Keahi shook her head. "They need me in the Labyrinth," she said.
Renard nodded. "Take the violin. You can come visit and play for me."
"Mahalo," said Keahi with a smile.