"I'm my own supplementary supply, I guess. So if you ever need another one..." John thought about explaining it for a moment, but it was really complicated and it wasn't really that interesting. (Despite the fact that the entire explanation that he really would have thought about giving was just "it's a windy thing," as if that explained everything and anything.)

But he does catch, for another moment, on the pipe, and he looks down at the violin to his own faded reflection. Then up again, with more determination, though less certainty.

"Can I try that?" He pointed to the pipe, though not directly at it. He gestured towards it, with eyes shifting away from the violin to the area above his head.

"Just really quickly," he adds, as a promise. Because things did go very quickly, and sometimes, too quickly.