[center][h2][color=lightblue]Romulus[/color][/h2][/center]
[i]Places.... Places everyone.... Curtain in two minutes.....![/i]

Shadows on the wall of Romulus' mind began to gesture and move. Memories crawled like spiders to far away places. Faces and murders mingled. Anxious breath filled his lungs, air. Pure air spilled into his heavy chest and he opened his eyes. 

A crack of light split the space in the box. [i]Is it a box..? Or a coffin...? What scene is it?[/i] His mind jumbled out meanings and words that gave little or no relativity to his disposition. Romulus pushed against the darkness and felt resistance. He pushed again, his muscles working for the first time in ages. The darkness gave way and light filled his vision. Romulus shut his eyes under the harsh assault of the sunlight and collapsed onto the coffin lid. 

Warm, wet air washed over his body causing his light cotton tunic to stick to his back. It was hot and humid, much hotter than Rock Bridge ever was. Romulus look up, shielding his eyes with one hand, memories resurfaced. [i]Prison...murder. Murderer. Me. The Stone. Death. Death. Death...Dea...[/i] 

He heard voices from somewhere. 

[center][b]"Hello?[/b][/center]

[indent][indent][b]"Hey!"[/b][/indent][/indent]

[b]"Who is that?"[/b]

[indent][indent][indent][indent][b]"Up here!"[/b] [/indent][/indent]
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[b]"A friend,"[/b]

[b]"Can you see me?"[/b]

[b]"..I would hope."[/b]


Above or below. Maybe both? Romulus was still disoriented from his ordeal in the coffin. Wheezing softly he stood up. He was on a walkway, surrounded by a dozen chambers. He could hear the steady hum of mechanical machines and faintly, far away someone was singing. Romulus could tell that time had touched this place. Then he remembered the play...