"Well, somewhere along the way I must have learned something because that's when I started asking you for piano lessons..." she says and starts taking over the lead on the piano to lead into a
slow and soulful piece, not quite singing along but humming the accompanying melody. And as she plays the broken car fades back into a piano, facades around her unfolding into different styles, sometimes modern glass and steel, sometimes the dark gothic arches Will has seen her summon before. But in between is wild ivy clinging to it and winding through the shifting architecture. And occasionally brickwork and large factory windows that almost look like they could be made from gingerbread and sugar-glaze.