Daimon was walking back to his apartment, feeling a bit bored. The city was lovely, but he was having a slow start settling in while he waited to sort out which of his ideas to make money would actually work here. Meanwhile, he had everything he needed to make samosas in the grocery bags in his arms, so at least he had a good meal ahead.

The rain tapping on a metal roofshed caught his attention. It almost sounded like a steel-drum introduction to a reggae song. A familiar one. He paused, tilting his head, and hummed a few notes. Yes, exactly. This gave him an idea. Bored illusionists can be a little silly. He shrugged, and layered the rain with an illusion of more obvious music, and started idly singing along as he walked.

"The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else’s lake

You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake

Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor

Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you looking for

Under the sea, under the sea
Darlin’ it’s better
Down where it’s wetter,
Take it from me

Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away

While we devotin’
Full time to floatin’
Under the sea....