[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@Auragreedia][@silver21][/right]

[color=lavender]In response to the cyber cowboy’s explanation, Teresa nodded.

‘[b]That fits. I’m not sure if all this–[/b]’ She waves a hand at the space around them. ‘[b]–is anything more than a distraction from what troubles him. The only thing that’s consistent here is the music.[/b]’

The oddest thing about this whole scene was how [i]superficial[/i] it was. Their surroundings screamed of a flimsy facade. A generic dance venue, a crowd, blinding lights. Sure, there was music, but where was the DJ? The sound system? The only thing that seemed to be carrying the ever-pounding bass were those speakers on the walls. It was as if someone had put together just enough pieces to present a believable scenario, all the while drawing them away from the heart of the problem.

Sirpa seemed to have come to the same conclusion, for she asked the man for his input. Teresa said nothing, simply waiting for what he had – or didn’t have – to say.[/color]