"A waltz can save a soul." She whispered, her lips just below my ear. "How?" I whispered back, still staring at the cracked flooring. "It's like a warm hug. A warm hug accompanied with warm music and a sway of the hips." She answered, taking my hand she held it up beside us and placed her free hand on my waist. Her chin touching my shoulder lightly. Pulling me in for a hug, she began to dance us around the empty old ballroom.