A bug scuttles across the theatre floor and to behind the curtains. It descends the stairs leading down past the side. Unaffected by the weight of gravity it crawls along. Amongst the array of old theatre props, old costumes, vampire teeth, a maid outfit, there's an empty bottle of Stubbs BBQ sauce and a small bed, where a wounded boy lays asleep. A stereo flickers a motive beat, something hip-hop, something underground. No love was ever lost and he awakens from a deep slumber. He thinks of her, and he thinks of her too. There's a red beret beside his cot.