"Electric fairies," she repeated, half awe and half disbelief. "I'm not certain-- those aren't real, are they?" Then again, she'd have thought the same about a city on the back of a turtle not so long ago. Elizabeth was going to have to reconsider her ability to decide what was real and what was fantasy.

Unfortunately, the blonde girl's description of the 'him' didn't clarify much. "That sounds... both heroic and tragic," she said. "I'm sorry, if you lost someone like that."

"A record is... well, it's a hard disc, about this large," she said, showing with her hands. "And songs are recorded onto it, and then a phonograph plays it back via a turntable."