As Bridge wandered through one part of the park, he may gradually be aware of music drifting his way, a somber tune being picked on a lonely guitar. If he followed it he'd come to an area that had several large boulders imbedded in the ground or otherwise sitting around, rocks that couldn't be moved or destroyed when the park was first constructed. Though there was no one else around, the music was coming from here, from a seeming cleft in the rocks; had that always been there? It was certainly easy to miss unless you knew exactly where it was. But there was definitely music drifting out of it and, as Bridge neared, he'd be able to hear singing as well.

♪ ...ittle longer, for your friends
Try a little stronger, for your friends

Life comes up, life goes down
There's just one way to keep it goin' round

Try a little longer, for your friends
Try a little stronger, for your friends... ♫