Something is happening. Just beyond the walls of my home unit, visible now from my windows, something… no no, someone is happening. The dancers, who until now have swayed to unheard music, encircle this figure as a single finger from its hand points toward me. The silence that enclosed seems broken and we, I and the others, are overwhelmed by voices murmuring hitherto unspeakable truth. What is the end of my labor, with this new knowledge?