My friends, we're in the midst of another rare blip in history where goodness has the reigns, virtue is the horse, and hope? My friends, that's the path.

Splitzen chuckles dryly.

That's what keeps us on our feet. That path leads us to believe that there is something at the end ofit, something that all of this trauma, torture, all of this darkness is leading towards. A light.

STAGE RIGHT: A flashlight beams out from under the blankets. Two other beams soon join it. The lights dance and circle around eachother in motions not too far off from the rhythms of libidinous fireflies. The meditating boy, however, is unfazed, still blanketed by his trance.

A rolling thunder: a series of desperate knocks hitting wood.

Another series of desperate knocks sounds.