...in a place that is no place...
...a prince of nowhere struts and preens, admiring audience lavishes praise for the dances he schemes...
...elsewhere...
...an ageing projector stutters to life, a beam of light hits a screen of smoke to show an ancient film. A tired old bird sits by a lake, quiet and content with the solitude. In the distance, something floating in the water, bobbing ever closer. As it draws near, he reaches down, grasping a brown bottle. Removing the cap he finds paper rolled inside. As he pulls it open, smoke screen darkens until only words remain...
“Hold tight, Mr R. Help is coming.”
