I watched the pen moving swiftly back and forth before my eyes. He stopped.

Make sure you follow it completely to the right hand side, he said. I'm worried you won't get full integration on that side if you don't.

So I did, and when I did I saw what was right there - the outline of his shoulder, neck and head. Then it was the same as in moving in to the embrace to dance. Outline of the shoulder, neck and head. And then I remembered the professional dancer, her calves stretched, achilles strong, secure in her harness, bouncing on her toes against the rock wall. The set ended. I curled into blackness like a leaf. Don't get off the train, he said. Let it keep moving, keep watching. I pulled myself away from the coffin. I wanted to go home. I reached for my glasses. I said... I feel like I want to stop... I feel a bit like I want to stop... but I think I am okay, I can keep going.