[The scene: Mister and Missus lie abed. Morning light begins to filter in, but the snooze goes on and on. Their eyes are their own, for a last time. Two phantom faces, etched in smoke, circle the ceiling.]
[RIMIDALV] It is time. Let us go.
[MIK] Which one do you want?
[RIMIDALV] You take the lumpy one.
[MIK] Hah! I think you just lost out!
***They enter into these two temples***
[RIMIDALV] Ooh…you are right. This is a bad feeling.
[MIK] Do you think it will be a lengthy time before we learn the moves?
[RIMIDALV] Nonsense. We’ve had similar before. Use the muscles, rise from bed.
***Mik sits up, stands, slides one foot ahead of the other***
[MIK] Look! I did do it! Now you. What’s the matter?
[RIMIDALV] I don’t know. The stiffness, the fog. I think this one was a student of sloth.
[MIK] Then give it some exercise.
***Rimidalv rises and does a few jumping jacks.***
[RIMIDALV] The blood pumper doth protest. We must lie and get some rest.
[MIK] Sleep through the day…deal?
[RIMIDALV] Yes, we will need the energy. Tomorrow is a big day.
[MIK] By the way, did these things have names?
[RIMIDALV] Let’s look.
***They both smile, close the curtains, and jump into bed***
[RIMIDALV] Goodnight, Mel.
[MIK] Goodnight, Don.