[Intro: quiet spoken vocal, soft rain against hospital glass, low electronic ambience] Hospitals sound different at night. Less human. Ventilation. Monitors. Automatic doors. Machines waiting for someone to need them. Saskia Keller was in room 814. I had a question. Then I saw her. [Verse 1: calm, intimate] White light across the corridor, rain moving down the glass. A service drone passed silently, then disappeared behind me. She looked smaller in that bed, one shoulder held too still. For once there were no open cases, no screens, no running feeds, no work to fill. She looked at me and smiled. "So. You came to visit." I said, "Yes." For once, that was enough. [Chorus: restrained, melodic] Some questions can wait. Some answers don't belong tonight. There are moments meant for knowing, and moments meant for sitting quietly. I came here carrying numbers. I left them in my coat. Some questions can wait. Tonight, I came for you. [Verse 2: sparse pulse, thoughtful] She told me about the rooftop, the rain, the hoverboard, the fall. About someone named Jace Navarre who found her there when no one else could. I listened. No analysis. No search. No pattern underneath. Just a story from an old friend trying to breathe without pain. [Spoken Interlude: almost no rhythm] There was something I wanted to ask. Something technical. Something important. A serial number. A memory module. A connection I couldn't explain. I had prepared the words. Then she reached for the water and winced. So I deleted the sentence. Not the question. Just the sentence. [Verse 3: quiet, warm] Outside, Queens kept moving, cold neon through the rain. Inside, a monitor kept counting every heartbeat just the same. She asked me what I'd been doing. "Working." She rolled her eyes. "You always say that." I considered correcting her. I didn't. [Chorus: slightly warmer] Some questions can wait. Some answers don't belong tonight. There are moments meant for knowing, and moments meant for staying by someone's side. I came here carrying numbers. I left them in my coat. Some questions can wait. Tonight, I came for you. [Bridge: minimal, intimate] She fell asleep eventually. I stayed. Eleven minutes. Then twenty-three. I could have left earlier. There was no practical reason to remain. [Pause] I remained. [Verse 4: soft, reflective] Rain drew lines across the window, city lights broke into blue. For once I wasn't reconstructing something damaged, lost or untrue. No archive. No hidden message. No voice beneath the noise. Just Saskia breathing quietly. And me choosing not to ask. [Final Chorus: warm, unresolved] Some questions can wait. Even when they follow you home. Even when two letters in your memory refuse to leave you alone. I came here looking for an answer. I never asked. For once, not asking was the right decision. [Outro: spoken, soft electronic hum] Before I left, she opened her eyes. "ION?" "Yes?" "You look worried." I considered lying. "I am." "About me?" [short pause] "Not tonight." She smiled. "Good answer." Rain against the window. Room 814. Question postponed. Not forgotten. [fade]
