Bob Hill and his new wife Betty were in Europe for their honeymoon. They were driving their rental car along a stretch of twisting mountain road. It was late at night and raining hard. All of a sudden, the car skidded out of control. Bob tried to use the brakes, but they wouldn't respond! The car swerved sickeningly all the way into the valley and crashed into a tree!
Some time later, Bob's head began to clear. He looked over at his wife, who lay unconscious and bleeding. He knew they both needed medical assistance desperately, so he picked her out of the wreck and began staggering down the road. He noticed light coming from an old, ominous looking mansion and headed for it.
A strange hunched man answered his frantic knocking. Bob blurted out, "My name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife, Betty. We've been in a terrible accident and are both hurt. Can I please use your phone?"
"My apologies," the small man replied. "We have no phone. But my master is a doctor. Please come in and I'll fetch him."
Bob carried his unconscious wife inside. After a few moments, another older man came down the stairs.
"I'm afraid my assistant may have misled you," he said. "I am not a medical doctor, but a research scientist. However, I have had some basic medical training. Igor, conduct them to the laboratory and I'll see what I can do."
With that, Igor picked up Betty and made his way to a dungeon lab filled with complex apparatus. He placed her on a table for examination. Bob, exhausted, collapsed from his injuries, so Igor placed him on an adjoining table.
After a brief examination, Igor's master looked worried.
"This is serious, Igor. Prepare for a transfusion."
The pair worked feverishly, but to no avail. Bob and Betty Hill were not more.
The Hills' deaths upset Igor's master greatly. Wearily he trudged up the steps to his conservatory, which housed his one consolation: a great pipe organ. It was there that he always found solace from his disappointments. He began to play, and a stirring, haunting melody filled the house.
Meanwhile, Igor remained below to tidy up the lab. As he worked, his eye caught a slight movement… the fingers on Betty's hand began to twitch, keeping time to the haunting organ tune! Stunned, he watched as Bob's arm lifted, swaying to the beat! The two recently deceased honeymooners rose from their tables and began to waltz to the magical notes!
Unable to contain himself, Igor dashed up the stairs to the conservatory! He burst through the door and shouted:
"Master! Master! It's a miracle! The Hills are alive… with the sound of music!"