(Dream) I'm hiding out in the guest room at our
house in St. Louis. My sisters are with some of my friends in another
room and I'm lying low. Naked is the watchword. This hideout is perfect,
so perfect, in fact, I decide I can get away with taking a shower in here.
Just so my pistols are somewhere handy. All clothesless are we? I march
straight out into the midst of them and find myself near a track of some
kind, a field track which seems to possess a property of timelessness.
There's a line of people walking along the track, sweeping their way forward
into this timelessness which only I seem to be able to see and understand.
The track widens, and almost my magic ... no, actually by magic the line
of people floats out and instantly broadens the width of their sweep by
two, simply by multiplying their number from around eight people to sixteen
people. What I can't get over as they walk by is that they're marching
straight along into ... timelessness. (Fin)