"The harbour beyond The Theatre is small and quiet. As Jason approaches the waterside, a wall of mist manifests to his rear. It is to follow him for some time."

Narrator
A seventh boat just the left the waterside
And Jason is contemplating sailing
The sea is still and mist it creeps behind
The seventh has travelled far into the fog
Soon enough he boards the farthest boat
His revelation on the ocean?
What could be waiting in depths of night?
He steers into darkness on the crest of a wave

Water is still
Calm as he sails
Fog damply clings
To everything

The silence of the ocean
Offers time to think
Reflecting on the hours before
His life it seems is at stake

Slowly the waves they start to rise in height
The fog in its thickness tries its best to disguise
The changes occurring under mighty seas
The ocean is tilting, it is no longer flat

Shifting angles
Flowing water
The sea behind him
It's slowly inclining
Encroaching upon him
The boat is sliding
Out of control
Into the deep dark depths

The ship is sliding faster and faster like a sledge down a muddy hill
What a time to recall his childhood, comparing fear to a quick cheap thrill
The vertical limit is so close, where the slide it turns to a fall
And the memories of a thousand years come knocking, knocking at your door

- A Thousand Years -

"Jason recalls forgotten memories. As a result he begins to understand cause and effect, and how pessimism is often just optimism in disguise."

Narrator
Regressed beyond his life unto a life he lived before
Upon a watery ocean floating far away from shore
The raft is sticks and stones
Embedded, a bathroom door
(my bathroom door?)

Jason
Maybe if I turn the handle I will meet my maker

Narrator
Opening the door he stares into what seems to be
A window in the doorway and a sky it lies beneath

Jason
In I climb to see

- Between realities -

"Reality is in the eye on the beholder."

Jason
A mirror image of the ocean
I was sailing on this morning
This relates to something I am meant to understand

I believe that this is meant to help me on my way
The coin I flip will always land heads up for me today

A mirror image of the ocean
I was sailing on this morning
This relates to something I am meant to understand

Narrator
Soon the sky above it falls
He's quickly whisked away
Returning to the silent waters
Bobbing in the waves

- Docked -

Narrator
Strangely the boat rocks comfortably
The seventh boat docked up ahead
Its passenger has gone
Jason turns his head to see
A vertical wall of water
As tall as the eye can see

Narrator
Somewhere it is written
That only a fool
Would try to explore a world beyond reality
A fool would be wise
To miss its highs

- Gestures -

"Jason hikes into dense woodland. Before long he encounters a band of dwarves, the head of which, Brian, is eager to converse with him."

Narrator
Leaving the dock
Only woodland can be seen
A winding pathway from the dock into the trees it leads
A fool would be wise
To step inside

And seconds before, Jason saw someone
Who quickly crept into the trees and was gone
Now he is to assume that he must follow
Into those woods

The night has fallen on the withered trees
The moon is shining through the space between
A presence warming is apparent here
All is silent there's no need to fear

Darkness gathers
Light unseen
Distant figures
Shapeless trees

A flame it flickers in the distant breeze
A figure wanders through the glare unseen
A man of wisdom pursuing Jason takes him by the hand
Off the beaten track he is to lead

Dwarf
Come with me
You'll want to see
All the things we need to show you
You need to understand
Come with me and join my people
Sit beside the fire

Narrator
Jason follows guided wisdom
Seeking answers

Dwarf
Questions lie unanswered in this place

Narrator
The trees give way to what appears to be
A clearing host to figures, smoke and steam
A wiser looking dwarf approaches, Brian is his name

Brian
Finally it seems you have arrived

Fearful is this place you've found
But soon you'll see you're homeward bound

Listen here
I need to tell you
A man he came before
Here to seek something uncertain
A shadow cloaks his face

Leave this clearing
The house of solutions is near

He's selling all the things in the world
Solutions to your problems are there

Narrator
The trees before him lead onto a trail
A quiet town is waiting up ahead

- Visiting Worcac -

"Jason follows the trail into Worcac, a small 'western' town. The 'fronts' of the houses are façades, propped up against wooden beams. The ambiguous nature of the town is discouraging, and it fills him with unease. Before long he encounters the 'House of Solutions', where he meets the life-form, Germeny, who says Jason must leave everything to fate."

Narrator
Brushing leaves aside now Jason strolls into the light
The dusty streets are artificial, truth within it hides
Between the fakes a wooden building, host to jaundice haze
The door before him swinging lightly, empty is this place

The light within it shines from eyes so bright and fiercely strange
The man he speaks of things long gone from another time and place

Germeny
Signs of home you are to seek don't stray from what you know
Leave the rest to fate until your sense of wisdom grows

Narrator
His eyes they close and darkness it befriends him once again
Jason turns to leave, his words they echo in his head
Signs of home await him in this enigmatic place

Jason
Why must I leave everything to fate?

"Worcac has transformed into an endless, familiar street. Trusting in fate, he begins to explore it."

Narrator
Jason leaves the wooden shack
And steps onto the road
The western town has rearranged its features
It has changed

A seamless, endless street of houses
Terraced buildings, all so similar

He walks along
As the houses change, their faces clearer
He walks along
And they resemble something so familiar

Passing chimneys in the dark
As the windows propagate
And as the morphing slowly terminates
There stands an ageing, darkened home

He can't believe it
As the street it turns into a cul-de-sac and he sees
'57'
The house that he grew up in long ago

- The change -

"Jason's world is reduced to a small terraced house and a cobbled yard. The wall of mist now completely surrounds both himself and the house, illuminated by a single street lamp."

Young Jason
I can hear my mother's music box
It's coming from her bedroom window
Mother, are you there?

Narrator
He wanders through the yard
And opens up the door
The fragrance is so strange
The same as it had always been
The way his mother had kept it clean

He starts to climb the stairs
He's eager to revisit his bedroom
And after such a tiring day
He couldn't think of a better place to stay
A better place to be

Jason
Nothing could've of prepared me for this feeling
To be home again after all these years
And I can't believe who's lying on my bed
Brian the Bear, who once was my best friend

Narrator
He climbs into his bed
Exhausted and confused
He wants to sleep instead
Of living out this fantasy
In this world that's not his own
Brian is close at hand
The comfort of his childhood pleases
He always loved his bed

Jason
I just wish mum and dad were here

Narrator
On the verge of sleeping
Pillow under his head
Maybe he'll awaken somewhere else

- Sleep -

Silent Verse
Time for sleep dear friend of mine
I'll see you in the morning
Your silent deeds don't go un-noticed
I'll forfeit their worth
For now I'll dream a little dream
...until the morning

Narrator
Somewhere it is written
That only a fool
Would try to sleep his madness off in a world of dreams
But who's really right?
And who is wrong?

"Jason's dreams are saturated with powerful, biblical imagery. Once again, ambiguity takes precedent."

Narrator
Jason he currently isn't here
Forced to face his silent fears
The man has found his refuge and his sentiment
A dream of fire in the sky
A tower that rises deathly high
A dream to bring the weakest to their knees
A tiny box in flames, atop a cloudless sky it claims
Nervous and corrupted human minds

Time to be moving on
The demon has found its victim
Remember the ones you love
Your journey has just begun