Steven is basically curled up on Greg's lap at this point, cradling himself against his chest. He doesn't want him to go again, even though he realizes that he's going to this kind. He's not allowed to be here. It isn't right.

"They want us to keep playing," he says softly. "The music...it's...somehow..."

He feels all confused whenever he talks about it, but they all know there's a magic to it. It must be related.