A single, green, light blinks on over head to wash them both in light as a quiet cough comes from the audience.

“Before it was only one person. Given to me like a pet to keep me happy…but the new Warden didn’t approve. Now it’s so many tiny bites from so many different places: a glance, a glimmer, something not quite right. You all…so fearful of the veil falling…of losing who you are. You feed me and I cover for you…one more.”