"Sorry, I suppose I expected you to reply with your own name. Also, whatever's following you doesn't seem very... what's the word? Affable. That's the word," Venin began playing what he remembered from the song. It seemed to be always on the radio, and his mother was always on the pop station. The music running through his head didn't do much to calm him down though. [i]I thought heaven can't help me now...[/i] Venin half hummed half sang the song in his head. Surprisingly, he knew the majority of it.