"And lastly, I brought you a game." "A game?" "Yes, a game. I play them, too." "I know you do." He smiled dopily again, probably ed the games they usually played. "Is it my kind of game?" - Nikki and Rook play another round of strip Proust, or something like it.

Nikki soon after her mothers death.

A series of mostly connected drabbles revolving around Nikki and Rook, all somewhat inspired by songs. Any unconnected chapters will be marked as such.