This week, Anna is left only with an even stranger cloud of noise, and she struggles to understand both why and what exactly this will mean.
She did not understand, but she could not deny that something was inescapably wrong.
Before, the song had stretched forward, becoming a path, a single solid line. There may have been countless intricacies embedded in that one line, far too many for her to catch and fully comprehend, but the line itself had moved in only one direction.
And that one direction was the only thing that she had needed to know.
But now there was no direction, was nothing but a chaotic cloud of noise.
There was no forward; she could no longer even discern which way was back, neatly eliminating the prospect of giving up on this strange journey entirely and attempting to find her way back to the boy.