[When the candle's flame ceases, the lone radio in Robbie's room begins to sound with life. There's the high pitched trill and crackle of static as the dial turns wildly and erratic, as if possessed, and it's a little startling to say the least.

But then, almost abruptly, the dial settles. The static clears to that of the soothing strings of a guitar, the player humming along to the non existent lyrics. The tone is not too soft, but not all that hardcore, either. A pleasant but catchy tune that if Robbie should try, he could probably play along, too.

The channel continues for a few hours, with various artists playing, but somehow, most if not all will probably be to Robbie's taste.]