It's evening, and Six only just finished with her dinner. She excuses her self from the table, then goes to play in her room for a while, before she would brush her teeth. Roger collects her dishes, and started to prepare them for washing up. He washed a few plates while day dreaming, washing one cutlery after another. Some time had past, when he started to stack up some cutlery. A soft tune can be heard, that stops him mid way. It was muffled, but noticeable. He listened, slowing down his pace, he still proceed to put the cutlery on the dish rack, to drip dry for now. He heard her humming, coming from some where in the hallways. Her voice sounded a little sad, this tune played about three key's, her young voice humming sounded quite soothing. He walked around the corner, and approached the sound where it was coming from. It's coming from her room, he didn't interrupt first, but he stood there to listen. Feeling the mood of the song. It was repetitive, familiar, and had that