Come Fly
With Me

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away

The distant call of faraway lands is growing stronger - less of a calling, though, and more of a pull - a yearning. It's like the literal blood in his veins is pulling eastward - toward the rising sun, maybe - and it wants his body to go along with it.
My Blood is not my own.
It's not the first time that thought has wandered through his time-addled brain. He doesn't even know if it's his thoughts or someone else's.
The pull of the blood is a difficult thing to resist. But right in this moment, there's more pressing business. The thoughts in his brain think of Dino, and Frank, and Sammy, and that other fella - Why can't you remember his name?
If you were my thoughts, you'd remember. But whosever thoughts they are, they answer the call of the Song. Someone has to stay here and sing. Dean Martin had a song about...
What was it again? He used to sing it with that guy - you know the one.

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

I don't think that was the one, but the Ladies sure seem to be loving it. Look at 'em - all the old biddies from the city, here to recapture a taste of their youth.

"You sure got a sweet sound, baby."

Frank said that once. Who did he say that to? I don't remember. Wait. Why don't I remember? THESE AREN'T MY THOUGHTS!?! If I was thinking these thoughts, I'd remember Frank said, "the words sound like honeyed bourbon."
Did you know you can buy that nowadays? Comes right in the bottle. I can't drink it, of course; but I bought a bottle, put it behind the bar and fed it to one of the biddies.

When you drinking
The show looks good to you
When you’re drinking, you get stinking
It helps your point of view
But when you’re sober the skies all seem gray
When you’re sober life’s a pain in the-
So keep drinking
That’s what I’m thinking
Cuz’ its what I love to do

I kept buying her drinks. Got the poor old thing regularly sloshed before I invited her back to the Velvet Corner. We sat on the couch and she drunkenly gushed about the time she saw me in - no - that time she saw Dino in Vegas. He was playing with that other fella'... You know, I think he was a vampire. Maybe an important one?
Maybe they're Her thoughts? She couldn't remember him either; and we got pretty thoroughly soused on her tomato juice. Cranked it right up to eleven! Are you here, baby? Is that you?

You're breaking my heart 'cause you're leaving
You've fallen for somebody new
It isn't too easy believing
You'd leave after all we've been through

I guess I burned through the bourbon-tainted blood pretty quickly. Probably burned the old doll's thoughts out too. Maybe when those religious nuts came through here looking for the Prince's boy.
Prince.
That's a funny one. The Blood pulls ever onward. The Blood wants to leave. Now. But stubborn old goats like me and boy scout -

We're still here. Just Daniel and Dino and Me and... that other guy, I guess. Can you just tell me his name?

Retorna me
Cara mia ti amo
Solo tu, solo tu, solo tu, solo tu
Mio cuore

I think it might be important. I think he's supposed to go somewhere and meet...
Well, I don't know who he's supposed to meet. I only know the Blood - whosever Blood it is, anyway; it wants to leave.
Only I can't go yet. There are too many memories that might be lost to the wind and the booze and the ravages of time and the grave and... I. Can't. Go.
Someone has to sing the songs that aren't sung anymore.

How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said
"Ain't that a kick in the head?"