Jack drove in silence for a few minutes with his as yet un-named pseudo-captor. He was glad that as an undead his emotions didn't impair his skills or he would have run off the road every time Theodore glanced over with his creepy, pale eyes.
     "So," the boy said, "what music do you like, Jack?"
Jack had a strong feeling that Theodore would not be familiar with Dr. PinkPink, so he stuck to generic terms.
     "I kinda like house music..." --a blank stare-- "You know, electronic...?"
     "How do you make music with an electronic? "House".. something like chamber music?"
  Jack shrugged his shoulders wordlessly.
     "Hmm," the boy said, and stared off at the waterfront that they sped by.
After another silent moment, "Do you like boats?" he asked.
     "Y-yeah..."
     "Me too!" he smiled excitedly.

     "Oh good I am glad you come to me!" Tristan said, approaching Jack. Theodore folded his hands politely and stepped out of the elevator. The door nearly closed on Jack before he sprang to life and got in between the two of them.
     "Yes! Me too!" Jack sputtered out.
     "This music is very boring," Tristan sighed, unfazed by the stranger standing behind Jack, "I am bored to my skull!"
     "Ha ha ha ha! Yeah!" Jack grinned in a terrified rictus, but Tristan didn't seem to notice that either.
     "I agree!" a boyish voice remarked from behind Jack, "so old-fashioned! I like house electronics music."