Lester Sheehan

Sheehan lets that enthusiasm catch, and he can't stop smiling the entire way there. They walk, which is just fine, and gently nudges him this way and that as they pick their way through the crowds. Once in a while, he'll pause to listen to the music, to try and place it from something he remembers in his records from the "future," but it's all a strange mesh of sounds. It sounds familiar, but none of it is.

"Do you already have a place in mind?"