Auld Lang Syne by Frank C Stanley except it’s the winter of 1912, and you’ve been travelling through thick, snow-covered woods for days, entirely on your own. One night you hear it, just softly at first, and following the music leads you to the first sign of human life you’ve seen since you begun your journey. A house filled with life, in fact, with warm and inviting light shining out through the windows. But you stop outside, not wanting to intrude.
You must have lost track of time out there. Seems like this whole town has gathered to celebrate the new year.
