Woman: They beg me. Every morning they beg me. Hollow eyes and ragged clothes. They scream to me as they shatter across their universe. Bright shards of glass and dreams, shooting stars of possibility and fairy tales.
Dreams Together: faintly. Keep me. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me here to die.
Woman: I can hear them. They break with the crashing of glass and china, falling to the floor. I can feel Him, too. A Stygian breeze – he comes through the Gate of Horn and Ivory, crosses Lethe, drinks from Styx, such a man to take them away.