Earworm

General Carvalho hasn't slept for three days. His rage seems to be the only thing driving him. He slaughters two hundred Lost a day, but they keep coming back, growing more bold. We've barricaded the doors and windows. I haven't slept either, but for a different reason. Every time I close my eyes, I hear the singing. Many voices, singing the same melody that drew us to this church. When I wake, they fall silent. I haven't told this to anyone. General Carvalho needs my support, not my formless worries. I just need to get this song out of my head, somehow.