"Hello, Johnny. The Captain said you were—oh! Johnny?"
Johnny Nine looked up; he smiled. He slipped out of the headset. "'Lo, Marte. They're broadcasting music to us. Want to listen?" He held out the headset. "It sounds better over these than over the speaker."
She crossed to him, in lithe, swaying youth movements, and took the headset. She fitted it over her hair and began to listen.
At first her face was expressionless. After a while, her mouth formed a little "o" and her eyes widened; she stood for a long time listening, making no sound.
Finally, she removed the headset and laid it on the table. She seemed vaguely puzzled.
"It's awful funny music, isn't it, Johnny? Not at all like ours....
"But then I guess they'd think our songs—"
She began to hum the tune of Long Night. Then she sang softly:
"It's a long night,
A dark night,