The assignment shifted: they were to finish the lullaby. Melody's hand hovered over the piano keys like a cartographer tracing the coastline of a map that belonged to someone else. Each of the students added their note—Asha's starlight arpeggios, Luis's grainy film static translated into rhythm, June's lost page reshaped as a bridge, Theo's steady compass-beat, Mara's citrus bright trills. Melody's contribution braided them all together: a patient heartbeat that steadied the rest.