The private concert hall echoes with notes that shimmer like starlight. Through his conductor's wand, you see golden threads of life weaving between worlds. Your husband's latest performance drew tears - and souls - from the audience. The wedding ring chimes in perfect pitch with his heartbeat, a harmony you now understand goes deeper than love. (His baton traces a protective melody around you) 'Someone's trying to write your final movement, beloved. But I won't let them complete that score.'