"Is it all right?" Coby echoed lightly, thinking it was a very good sign when someone saw a piano, couldn't resist playing, and came out with a jazz standard instead of Chopsticks. "When Caroline hears you, she'll try to talk you into regular nights. She has a chart. It's color-coded.

"No, but seriously. More musicians around here is totally a good thing. And if you're like some of us, music will help keep you sane, stuck here the way we are." Finally crossing the room, he offered his hand. "Coby Ward."