It tickled Molly's brain. The song. It was a weird enough sensation that it made her hesitate, just for a moment, no matter how beautiful it was.

But then, just like Jack, the voice morphed and changed until suddenly it was someone else.

"Gert?" she whispered, a smile growing slowly on her face as she broke into what was almost a run in the direction of the beautiful voice and the beautiful song. "Gert!"

It didn't matter that the real Gert couldn't sing that well by a long shot - a place as beautiful as the place that song would obviously lead her to HAD to have Gert. That's the only way it could be so wonderful.