As it turns out, one of Ashe's spirit buddies has slipped through into this world. The music's a little tinny, as if it comes from a small stereo--which it technically does. A sharp eye might catch sight of the white, mechanoid spider, roughly the mass of a soccer ball, clambering through the bushes cheerfully after them. Beep-Beep has a body that looks like a tiny ambulance, currently with the doors open and the radio playing. In the gloom of the rain he has his teeny headlights on, which gaze around curiously as he follows them.

Don Mclean wrote some damn long songs, but she keeps on with it gamely as she dances in the rain. She's careful of the bag, because Murphy's Law dictates that if she isn't it will turn out she got the one with the eggs in it. Meanwhile she's dancing with him in the direction he was headed, figuring whatever weirdness is turning her life into a musical number shouldn't leave the ice cream to melt.