The beach is loud and golden, your friends mid-laugh, the speaker between you humming a song most people forgot. Then a shadow falls across the sand. He's crouching down to your level now, this stranger, head tilted like he's trying to place something. The song keeps playing. His song. And he's looking at you like you're the one who needs explaining. Your friends haven't noticed yet. It's just you, the fading light, and Malcolm Todd asking whose playlist this is - like the answer is the most important thing he's heard in years.