THE NIGHT IS CHILLY, BUT NOT DARK
I tossed a pebble into the lake. I watched the ripples widen until they faded away.
I tossed another pebble.
I had spent the past five days doing things like this. I would go into the Cavern of the Falls and just listen to the cascading water. Or I would close my eyes in the Whispering Gallery and let the soft fragments of voices drift through my ears. Or I would find some secluded corner of the Tunnels and merge with the silence.
I talked little with other people. That included Alexandra. She had spent those five days settling into the Tunnels. The Dwellers initially responded to her with uncertainty and caution. Then they realized that she had changed. She had cast away secrecy and the temptations of power. She now wanted to belong to a community that could truly accept her.
Eventually the Dwellers did accept her. On the third night the children were begging her to read "The Walrus and the Carpenter." Even Jamie relaxed around her.
As for her gift, no one feared it in the Tunnels. Below you could expose your secrets without fear of being rejected. This was why Alexandra came there. In a community untouched by sunlight you could be seen clearly.
However, not every secret could be seen. I found that out on the sixth day.
As I tossed more pebbles into the lake I heard footsteps behind me. I recognized the fluid stride.
Alexandra sat down next to me at the lake's edge. I said nothing to her. She said nothing to me for a long time.
Then she said, "I'm not sure if Layla is adjusting well to the Tunnels."
"Give her time."
"She came here for me. I don't think she can handle the limits of Below."
"Well, there's no TV."
"You know what I mean."
I tossed another pebble into the lake.
"How long are you going to avoid me?" she asked.
"Can't a man spend some time on his own?"
"I haven't stopped loving you. I love you as much as the day I first saw you."
"But you won't stop loving Layla."
"Will that always bother you?"
"Alexandra...I wish I could be 'enlightened' about this. But I couldn't...my heart isn't big enough to hold two lovers at once."
"I've had the world walk through my mind. I think my heart is at least as large as my mind."
"Oh, great. So if you meet a third person..."
Alexandra placed an ungloved hand on my shoulder. I turned to her. She wasn't wearing her scarves. I still hadn't quite gotten used to the constancy of her unmasked face. It wasn't just her scarves that were no longer there. She no longer hid her emotions. I could see her deepest thoughts written on her scaly face.
"You and Layla are unique. There's no one to match you in the whole world."
I hesitated, then said, "Thanks."
"I haven't had sex with her, by the way."
I cleared my throat. "Not with me, either. We've come close, though."
"And I have come close with her. When the time is right..."
"Any idea when that's going to be?"
"I have given up on predicting the future." She paused, then said, "In fact I..."
I heard another familiar step. Alexandra and I turned to see Father. Normally he would have carefully interrupted my private conversation. This time he just strode into the Cavern. I heard an alarm ring in my head.
Alexandra must have heard the same alarm because she asked in a guarded voice, "What is it, Vincent?"
Father looked at my lover and me. I had the feeling that he was watching this moment very carefully. "Your father," he said to Alexandra, "has sent us a message. He wants to meet with you."
Alexandra nodded slowly. "When?"
"An hour from now."
She rose to her feet. "He just wants to talk. I'll..."
"Are you sure?"
"Do you think that's all he wants to do?"
Alexandra's red eyes showed confusion. "I...well, I don't see what..."
Her voice trailed away. The expression on Father's face was discomfiting. He seemed to be asking a question to a student who didn't know the answer. I waited for him to provide that answer.
For a moment his shoulders slumped, and he looked weary. Then he straightened his back and said, "We're going Above."
I asked, "Do you think we need to protect Alexandra?"
"You misunderstand me. We're all going Above."
Alexandra widened her eyes. I had this extremely improbable mental image. And I realized that this image was about to become real. Even with the truth apparent to me, I still had to ask in a gasp --
Father nodded. "Everyone."
We call it the Rise. I suppose that sounds better than 'The Big Running Away' or 'The Humongous Skitter.'
I wish that I could describe it in better detail, but it happened very quickly. I remember being told that I had to pack now. Layla was told the same thing.
She started to ask, "What the fuck is..."
"Do it," Father told her in a voice which would accept no argument.
So we both stuffed a few things into backpacks and waited to receive our next orders. We didn't have to wait long. Father stuck his head into my chambers and said, "Follow me."
As I ran in the path of his quick footsteps other Dwellers dashed past us. At first it seemed that everybody was running in different directions. Then I realized that each person was going to a specific place. They all behaved like ants swarming in and out of a hole.
They were as quiet as ants too. Even though they were rushing and carrying things, they made little sound. Some of them just carried backpacks. Others hauled large chests that required six hands to lift. They slipped up and down ladders. They popped out of holes, then jumped into other openings. The Builders, the Life Givers, the Memory Guardians, the Protectors were all swarming as one in the Tunnels. And they did it as softly and efficiently as a computer program. The loudest noises were the clinking and clanking in the pipes -- rapid-fire messages you would have only recognized if you had known what to hear. I had known these people for my entire life, and I had no idea that they were capable of such quick and orderly group action. I was impressed and very confused. I didn't know what else to do except follow Father. I was quicker than he was, but tonight I lagged behind him. It was all I could do to keep the sight of his flowing cloak.
Finally we stopped before an open manhole. "Down there," he said. I obeyed without thinking.
The hole was above an abandoned subway tunnel. This was one of the few spots Below that I had never explored. As far as I knew, none of the Dwellers had ever used it.
Well, it was being used now. After I climbed down the rungs built into the tunnel wall, I turned and saw a sight I would never forget.
All the children of the Tunnels were gathered here. They huddled in a group on the unused train tracks. Protectors with crossbows and miner hats surrounded them. The light from the hats dimly exposed the children's second-hand clothes and stiff faces. They weren't crying, but they were scared.
I saw Max. Being one of the older children he was holding an infant, just as other children his age were doing. He kept quiet even as he shot nervous looks down the dark tunnels. Despite their cool faces, the Protectors were edgy as well.
There was a heavy sound above our heads. Everybody looked up and saw my Father on the top rungs. With one hand he dragged and set the manhole cover into place. Then he climbed down the ladder. Despite his quickness, he didn't seem hurried. I sensed his calmness and sheer presence soothing the nerves among the Protectors and the children.
He went to the front of the crowd. I followed him and found Jamie. Her armed crossbow emphasized her serious face.
Mouse was standing next to her. He was wearing that absurd helmet Layla and I had seen him wear. He was obviously picking up some message off the antennas because he was nodding and occasionally whispering into a tiny microphone.
"We're ready," Jamie said. "Just give the..."
The pipes became silent. The sudden flurry of messages -- go, it's time, to the exits, go -- abruptly stopped. Nothing followed them -- not even the normal flow of coded talk I had heard all my life.
I knew right then that this wasn't a temporary evacuation. So did the children. I could hear their breathing quicken and a few sobs.
Father knelt down on the train tracks. "Shhh. You have nothing to fear. Whatever happens, you will be safe. I promise."
Nobody else could have convinced the children of that. The children held back their tears and kept their eyes on Father.
He picked up the end of a rope. "Hold onto this," he said. The rope had been stretched out under the children's feet. Each one of them took hold of it.
Father stood up and said to me, "Guard our rear."
"But what about Alexandra? And La..."
"They will be fine. We need you here."
In that moment I trusted Father completely, and at the same time I had never trusted him less. I realized, though, that this wasn't about my trust toward him. It was about those twenty-nine children we had to get to safety.
I joined the two Protectors at the back. I heard my father say, "Let's go."
We marched forward. The light of the miner hats scraped my father's large shadow and the children's smaller ones across the walls. The children, God bless 'em, kept their mouths shut. All those little shoes made enough noise for me. I felt sure that the soldiers of the High Tower could hear them.
Oh, yes. The Tower. Who else would we be running from? Father must have known that Bradbury had just wanted to get Alexandra away from the Tunnels, that Bradbury was finally sending his dogs Below.
I didn't ask Father how he knew, but I knew now that he had been anticipating this. So had Grandfather. So had Jamie. So had Mouse and Pascal and a whole lotta people. As I followed the children through the tunnel, snatches of conversation rose from my memory.
'We want to be worthy of your trust, Jacob.'
'We need a break.' 'From what?' 'Just stuff.'
'I know all about the Tower. Sometimes I think I'm the only one here who takes it seriously.' 'Jacob, you have no idea about...'
'Things are very delicate right now. You know what's at stake.' 'You don't need to tell me.'
No, Grandfather hadn't needed to be told. He had been planning this evacuation for months with Father and Jamie. A lot of the older Dwellers had known about it as well. No wonder it had run so smoothly.
And not one of them had told me about it.
I couldn't throw a tantrum right then. I had to get these kids to safety. But where was the safe place?
I found that out after thirty long minutes of marching through abandoned tunnels. Vincent suddenly stopped and raised his hand. He moved to the side. Another set of rungs was nailed into the walls here. He climbed these rungs to a manhole cover. He knocked four times on the cover. He heard two knocks in return.
He pushed the cover aside with the help of an unseen person. He climbed down the rungs and said to the child in front, "Up you go."
The child did as he was told. When he reached the top, hands gently pulled him through the hole. Vincent waved the next child to the ladder. We soon had three children on the rungs at once. Jamie and two other Protectors helped to get the babies to the top. All the time I kept my ears open for the Tower's goons.
Soon we had all the children out of the tunnel. Jamie signaled to the Protectors who headed further down the tunnel and toward their own destinations.
"Come on, Jacob," Father said. I looked back at his kind face with narrowed eyes, but went up the rungs.
I found myself in a warehouse surrounded by Cretins. Dan had brought his whole gang here. A couple of them talked softly to the children. The little ones weren't quite sure what to make of these large men in black jackets, but they could sense that the Cretins were here to protect them.
A truck stood between the children and the front wall. I recognized the driver standing next to the cab. He was one of the Helpers. I also noticed that the long trailer had several holes punched in its side. The bikes of the Cretins surrounded the truck. Crates marked 'engine parts' surrounded us all.
Mouse and Jamie followed me through the hole. Father was the last one out. He and Dan set the cover back into place.
Father addressed the children, "Children, this is Mister Holder." He indicated Dan. The leader of the Cretins smiled with his grandfatherly face at them.
"From now on, you do what he tells you to do. He and his friends will take care of you for a while."
"Hello, children," Dan said. "What do you say we..."
"Sir?" This was Max. "Am I going to see my father again?"
Dan knelt before Max. "You will," he promised. "But right now your father has a lot of work to do." He patted the baby in Max's arms. "So do you."
Sometimes you have to grow up fast. I could tell by the look in Max's eyes that he was about to do just that.
Dan nodded to two of the Cretins. They opened the back of the truck. Inside were several mattresses, books, toys, water coolers and buckets for doing you-know-what. "In you go," Dan said.
I have to give credit to those children. They quickly lined up behind the truck as the Cretins picked them up and placed them inside the trailer. Considering how calm they were, I decided to wait until they departed before I started screaming.
The last young Dweller entered the trailer. The doors were shut carefully behind them.
"I'm trusting you," Father said to Dan, "with something priceless."
Dan nodded. "Nothing gets in our way. Nobody but the brothers comes near those kids."
Father raised his palm. Dan slapped him on it. Under other circumstances, I would have fallen down laughing. I had never seen Father give anyone a high five before.
The driver started the truck's engine. The Cretins got on the bikes. Jamie pressed a button. A motorized wheel lifted the large metal door built into the front wall. Through the entrance I could see a green sign pointing to a direction away from the city.
With a phalanx of scary-looking bikers the truck departed from the warehouse. Jamie pressed the button again. The door descended to the ground. She let out a long, long sigh.
"Well," I said, "this is a fine fucking kettle of..."
"Jacob..." Father said.
"You mind telling me..."
"Jacob," Father repeated in a stronger voice. "Let's wait for the others."
I didn't ask 'what others.' I just sat on a crate and glared at Father. He stood and accepted my gaze. As we waited Mouse listened to the messages received on his helmet. Jamie watched the outside through a window.
A few minutes later I heard a car pull up to the warehouse. Jamie opened the entrance and allowed the car to drive inside.
I recognized the car. And its four passengers. And its driver.
Layla was the first one out of the car. The entrance door hadn't gone all the way down before she was yelling, "You mind telling me what the hell is going on now?"
"I have an equally good question," I said. "What is she doing here?" I pointed at the driver as she stepped out of the car. Diana looked sadly at my accusing finger.
"Diana is here," Grandfather said as he limped his way out of the car, "because she saved us all."
"She...? Do you know what she was doing? Do you know about her and..."
Alexandra left the vehicle and said, "Jacob, I think you should listen."
I glanced briefly at her and said, "Oh, I'm just one big ear right now. I would like to hear how long you've been planning this shit and why you didn't..."
"Shhh." Pascal, the fifth occupant of the car, had called for quiet. Like Father, he was dressed in his 'Above' clothes. Unlike Father, he was holding a small metal object in his hand.
"You should listen to this," he said. He turned a knob on the object and held it toward everyone. The object had a small screen and speakers.
It was a television -- a portable television. The Dwellers were finally watching TV.
The news, to be precise. Despite the small screen, I could see an image of a crashed plane. Over the sight of twisted metal a newscaster explained that eight people had died in the crash, including a US Senator. What the newscaster and the vast majority of his audience didn't know was that the Senator had been a member of a very exclusive club.
"He won't be the only one," Pascal said. "You can bet on it."
I pieced it together, or thought that I did. "So Bradbury is taking out the opposition," I said, "and all the possible threats like us."
"No," Alexandra said.
I turned to her and saw her puzzled face. "The Senator wasn't part of the coup," she said. "He wasn't one of the Nobles on my side."
I matched her bewildered face. That's when Mouse spoke up. "They're moving in," he said. "Gareth sees a whole squadron invading the Tunnels."
"Tell Gareth to get out of the park," Jamie said.
Mouse nodded and said into the microphone, "End observation. Go to meeting point."
Jamie shook her head. "We barely got out ahead of them."
"We did well," Father said, then sighed. "You know, I'll miss my gramophone. I hope somebody enjoys my records."
"Okay," I said, raising my hands. "I understand that the Tower has just invaded the Tunnels. I understand you've been hiding your exit plan from me. What I don't understand is how you knew the Tower would invade now."
"Ask Diana," Father requested.
I turned my suspicious expression to her. Diana took a breath, then said, "When I realized what Alexandra had planned, I went to see Bradbury."
"Yeah, I know that."
"What you don't know is that I told your father and Mister Wells beforehand. They agreed to it."
I blinked, looked at my father and grandfather, and then yanked my eyes back to Diana.
"I wasn't just spying on Alexandra and you," she said. "I was spying on Bradbury."
"You...you found out that he was going to do this?" I sputtered.
"I was profiling him as well as Alexandra. And I learned a great deal." She turned to Alexandra. "Tell me -- where did you get this idea to reshape the Tower?"
Alexandra said, "After the Trade Center attack I wanted to do something that would..."
Diana placed her fingers gently on Alexandra's cheek. "You are your father's daughter."
Those red eyes stared into Diana's sad, empathic ones. "My father gave me the idea?" Alexandra whispered.
"Not consciously. But he had wanted to change the Tower for some time. You picked up on it from little things he said and did. I suspected this, but I wasn't sure until our last meeting with him. Your father is tired of hiding in the Tower -- tired of hiding from the world. He wants to end all the things that could threaten him...and his daughter."
I suddenly remembered that last conversation between Alexandra and her father --
'What I think doesn't matter. What matters now is what you think.'
'No, Father, tell me. Do you believe that I'm unworthy to lead the High Tower? Do you think that the Tower should stay as it is?'
'Despite your gift, you have seen no more than what I have seen. You know no more than what I know.'
That son-of-a-bitch, I thought. He didn't answer her question.
"Wait a second," Layla said. "I'm very, very confused. Are you saying Bradbury didn't want to stop the coup?"
"He wanted to stay in power," Diana said, "but he also wanted to change the Tower. He's doing it right now."
"So why didn't he do it on his own, then?"
"Because he doesn't have Alexandra's gift." Diana dropped her hand from Alexandra's cheek. "She could create the perfect plan, know exactly how the Tower could change, who Bradbury could trust."
"Then why didn't he just stand back and let her do her thing? I mean, he obviously expected you to talk her out of this."
"My father," Alexandra said as she looked down at the floor, "always wants to do things on his terms."
"And he does not want his daughter to exceed his control," Diana added.
"Okay, let me this clear," Layla said as she rubbed her forehead. "By talking Alexandra out of her shit, you just cleared a path for her father to take over the world?"
"Well, why the fuck did you do that?"
Diana turned to Layla and gave her a look that closed Layla's mouth. "I spoke the truth," Diana said in a hard voice. "Alexandra had no more right to be queen than her father has a right to be king."
"But I gave him the plan," Alexandra said in a trembling voice. "I gave him my plan. Diana, why didn't you stop me..."
Diana turned back to Alexandra. In a softer voice she said, "If you hadn't, your father would have become suspicious. He would have forced you to hand over the plan."
"No. He wouldn't have done anything to me."
"Not to you." Diana gave Layla another look. "I was protecting you, Layla."
Layla had to sit down on the hood of the car. Her hands were trembling.
"And Jacob," Diana added. "And the Tunnels. At least, for a short time."
"Besides," Grandfather interjected as he sat on a crate, "Edward Bradbury would have done this anyway, perfect plan or not. Alexandra's gift just made the effort more efficient."
"Are you sure he would have done this without my help?" Alexandra asked him.
"I've known a lot of men like your father. They use power arrogantly while they lie to themselves about why they're controlling others. Then, one day, they can't lie to themselves anymore." He shook his head. "No, Alexandra, you only sped up an inevitable event."
Alexandra rubbed her hands together, then quickly looked up at Diana. "How could you see this and I couldn't?" she asked desperately. "Why didn't my gift warn me?"
"For the same reason that Bradbury tried to get you out of the tunnels before the raid."
A tear worked its way out of Alexandra's eye. I just stood there and watched it. I realized that I wasn't the one who could comfort her now. Neither could Layla.
"I couldn't see his intentions through my love for him," Alexandra said.
"And through his love for you."
"I...I don't want that kind of love anymore."
Diana tenderly embraced Alexandra. Alexandra held herself to the woman who raised me, the one person who could truly look after Alexandra now, the person who would now guide her, as a parent truly should. As I watched this, I felt...
I didn't know how I felt. So much deception around me, so much of it created by the people I had trusted. And yet they had a reason, didn't they?
"Tell me this," I carefully said. "I understand that you were expecting Bradbury to make a move like this. I understand that you were planning this evacuation for a long time. What I don't understand is..."
"You were the only Dweller who had personal contact with Bradbury," Jamie abruptly said.
"Oh. I see. You were worried that I might accidentally reveal your plan."
"Too much was at stake, Jacob."
"Uh-huh. There is one problem with that, though." I pointed at Alexandra. As I spoke, my voice became louder and angrier. "You let her into the Tunnels. Weren't you worried that she would learn about your evacuation, especially with her goddamn gift? And, may I remind you, she had lot and lots of personal contact with Bradbury. If you weren't worried about her, why the hell were you worried about ME?"
Grandfather looked down at his cane. Jamie also turned away from me. Mouse squirmed. Pascal walked to another part of the warehouse to monitor his television. They left it up to Father to speak.
"We were worried about Alexandra," he said carefully. "But we also wanted to trust her."
"Because she loves you, Jacob."
After he was silent for a few seconds I said, "That's it?"
"Well, there's also the fact that, unlike her father, she wanted to protect the Tunnels. If she had discovered our plan, then her influence in the Tower could have helped us."
"But, in the end, it was our relationship that earned her a pass."
"We wanted her to trust us as well. We couldn't just push her away."
Jamie decided to speak up. "Of course, I wanted to. Remember?"
"She was the one uncertain variable in our plan," Grandfather interjected. "We decided to put our faith in her because you had faith in her."
"Yet, oddly enough, you didn't have faith in me."
Nobody had an answer to that. I shook my head and crossed to a spot far away from everyone. I stood there with my back turned to my family.
"All right," Grandfather said. "We made a mistake. But put yourself in our position. For a long time no one knew if you were even going to stay in the Tunnels. Yes, you decided to stay with us, but many Dwellers still questioned your judgment."
"Were you one of those Dwellers, Grandfather?" I asked with my back still turned.
"I was," Jamie said. "I had big doubts about your judgment. For chrissake, Jacob, you invited Layla to the Tunnels without getting permission! Do I need to remind you how that complicated things?"
"Oh, thank you," Layla muttered.
"No offense, Layla, but the last thing we needed was you, Jacob and Alexandra screwing things up with your own version of Sunday Bloody Sunday. Not that I give a damn about your very modern arrangement..."
"All right. I get your point."
"My point is," Grandfather said, "we still wanted Jacob and Alexandra to be together. And we accepted you as well, Layla. Maybe we should have told you everything, but the Tunnels weren't taking any chances. What matters now is where we are." Grandfather tapped the cement floor with a cane. "The question is -- do you want to stay with us now?"
"Where are you going?" I asked.
I finally turned to the others. Layla's back straightened. Alexandra gently pulled away from Diana and looked at Grandfather.
"But," Alexandra said, "my father will be hunting for you."
"Let him come." The old man had a defiant gleam in his eyes. "We will certainly be hunting him."
I looked at Grandfather. At Mouse. At Jamie. At Pascal. At Diana. And at the tall, powerful lion man who nodded to Grandfather's words.
"Holy fuck," Layla said. "Are you people..."
"Bradbury wants to wage war on us," Jamie said as she smiled and shouldered her crossbow. "It would be rude not to give him a good fight."
"But...Bradbury is now the most powerful man in the world. Or he's going to be. He's got all this shit at disposal, and you people..."
"We have the city," Pascal said, walking toward Layla and turning off the mini-television. "This is our territory."
"The Tunnels were your territory. You don't have them anymore."
"Oh, we have much more than that, Miss Mubarak," Grandfather said. "We have many allies and resources Above."
"Who? All I've seen are..."
"Weirdos and misfits and outcasts?" Mouse said. He grinned at Layla -- a sight made even stranger by the wired helmet on his head. "You'll be surprised what one misfit can do, much less an army of them."
"It'll be a hard war, no doubt," Grandfather said. "But for both sides."
"And how," Layla said, crossing her arms over her chest, "do you plan to take on something like the Tower?"
I gave out a short, sardonic laugh. "Are you kidding?" I said. "They already have a plan."
Layla looked at Grandfather. "Something like one," he slowly admitted. "But you don't have to be a part of it."
"I already am," she said.
"Not necessarily. We can move you to a safe spot like the children."
"I don't think the children are safe. I don't think any of us are safe until the Tower is out of the picture."
"Is that a yes?"
Layla raised her eyebrows. Grandfather nodded, then looked at Alexandra. "What about you?"
"Are you asking me to fight against my own father?" she asked.
"I understand if..."
"The answer is yes." There was no bitterness and anger in her voice. It was a simple statement of fact. "I should warn you," she added, "that you cannot depend on my gift."
Grandfather furrowed his brow. "You've lost it?"
"I'm...I'm not sure. I haven't been able to...sense things like before. Not since I came to the Tunnels."
"Oh, great," I muttered and turned to Father. "Her gift and our Bond. Damn things go on the fritz when they choose to."
"I think," Father said, "Alexandra's gift came when she needed to know what was beyond the walls surrounding her. And now..."
"Now I have a much broader world," Alexandra said.
Father nodded. Alexandra did something I had rarely seen her do -- she smiled. Her face lit up with gratitude. I think that smile might have made my next decision for me.
"Well," Grandfather said, "even without your gift, you will be a valued ally." He paused, then added, "So would you, Jacob."
Without looking at my grandfather I said, "So I'm to be treated like I'm a member of this community?"
"You always were. But only stay if you feel that it's worth defending, and if you think our cause is right."
I looked at the people around me. Layla was in this war to fight the people who had killed Joe. Alexandra wanted to protect her new family. And Diana...
I gave her the longest look. Her eyes were sad, but they asked me to do the right thing.
I took a breath, then said --
"'I was ever a fighter, so--one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbode
And bade me creep past.'"
A strong hand squeezed my shoulder. I turned to the hand's owner and said, "That means yes, by the way."
"A good choice of words," Father said. "But I think someone other than Browning provided a more succinct and apt poetry for this situation."
I saw my father make an expression that I had never seen him make before. He bared his fangs in a nasty grin, and his eyes shined with thoughts of the awful things he would soon do to the enemy as he said --
And, yes, there's more. The story of the war between the Tunnels and the Tower will be told in "The Fearful Bond." This will complete the trilogy.
As for this one, I once again thank Becky Bain for the edit job. And like "The High Tower" it comes with a soundtrack.
Saint Eve, "No Human Words"
Palestrina, 'Gloria' from 'Missa Dum complerentur' performed by Westminister Cathedral Choir under Martin Baker
Motorhead, "I'm So Bad (Baby I Don't Care)"
T-Model Ford, "Nobody Gets Me Down"
Dizzy Gillespie, "Manteca"
Jefferson Airplane, "Comin' Back to Me"
Bach, "Gedenk an uns mit deiner Liebe" from Cantata BMW 29, performed by Deborah York
Saint Eve, "One Day"
Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys, "Right or Wrong"