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Craig Garrett moved across to the heavy, steel door and leaned in close. The sound of children singing coming from the other side of the door was muffled making the lyrics of the song they were singing indistinct. The melody was vaguely familiar, though the name of the song escaped him. He remembered singing in class when he was a young student but his school days were now long behind him. Besides, in recent times there was nothing about his life that would inspire him to sing, or even enjoy listening to music. Music, song, and dance were for happy people and Craig Garrett was not one who would be considered a happy person.
As he listened to the tune filtering through the heavy door, he wondered what the children and their teacher could possibly find to sing about. They were locked in
