“Yep Bobby, he’s gone up there every night… then makes that sound.”
“He’s singing lullabies.”
“You sure Dani? Doesn’t sound like any lullaby I know. More like a modem.”
"I asked him. He’s singing in binary. It’s a thing… they used to do.”
“Strange, but it’s… haunting.”
Up on the roof, Warlock reabsorbed the transmitter, and marked off the latest coordinates. He’d try again tomorrow night.
He’d never know if his songs reached their target, but that wasn’t the point. He didn’t want his selfsoulfriend to be lonely, wherever he was. No one should be lonely at night.