He listened to the sounds of the city drifting up towards him from the window where he stood. He heard people passing on the street below, laughing and talking, a baby was crying somewhere in the distance, and a young woman was sing in a soft, but clear voice. Closing his eyes it was this last sound that he concentrated on.

At first it was the melody that he paid attention to. The way her voice lifted and went through the notes of the song reminded him of ancient prayers that used to be sung to the gods. It was this realization that caused him to pay closer attention to the lyrics themselves. 

When he realized what she was singing about his thin lips turned down at the corners in a frown. What were the odds? It was not the words of a prayer that she was singing; it was a poem, the poem of Pluto and Proserpina, the king and queen of the underworld. 

What were the odds? It was as if she was haunting him at every turn.

Didyme.

He continued to listen to the song till it ended and then he pushed away from the window and just stood there, head bowed, hands clasped lightly in front of him, eyes closed. If anyone happened to glance up at the window of the tower from the streets several stories below, it would have been easy to confuse him with a statue, handsome and perfectly carved. 

He was as still as a figure made of stone, but the workings of his mind were anything but as he let his thoughts race towards the past once again.

He remembered how his face had gone still at her words, void of any emotion or change that might betray his thoughts. How did she know? What did she know?

As if sensing his unease, she had smiled at him and leaning forward she had kissed his cheek, her warm lips just barely brushing against his cold hard flesh. In the end, that had been a very good distraction indeed. He could no longer keep his face impassive and the shock at her action became clearly registered on his features.

At his incredulous look she had giggled, blushed, and leaned back on her arms, her eyes never leaving his. He would have grabbed her and pulled her in for a real kiss if it wasn’t for the fact that she had started to speak again, distracting him with the sound of her lovely voice.