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NELL
By
Andrew Novell
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(To the side, set outside the action, is a girl with a violin.
She is dressed in the style of the 30’s or 40’s. She
provides an occasional accompaniment to the action.
This accompaniment is sometimes melodious, reflecting
the memories of the characters’ past experiences, while
at other times it is more improvised and abstract,
reflecting the current emotional situation. It fills the
chasms of nothingness which pepper the action.)
A pause.
A pause.
A pause.
NELL (Considering the bag before her): Maybe I should have bought
more, what do you think? I mean with the weather closing in and
everything. I couldn’t carry anymore though, and to tell you the
truth there wasn’t much left. We can’t afford much either. All in all
then I suppose it will have to do, but... Well I still wonder if I got
everything I should have. Maybe I should have got more? What do
you think?
Silence.
Silence.
them for I don’t know how long. Maybe, they’re under the bed...
(Freezes. She stares at the bed.) The bed...
A pause.
NELL (Shakes her head): Now don’t go worrying about that now.
She quickly goes back to rubbing her legs, which are now
beginning to come back to life.
NELL (Doing a little dance as she sits): There we go, good as new.
(Considering her legs.) I always had good legs. They were my
best feature. Good dancer’s legs. They were never very long I
suppose, but I had very strong ankles, and that’s what matters.
Good strong calves too. I could cut a rug with the best of them.
(She stretches out a leg and gives a little wolf whistle, then
giggles.) Silly. My husband always liked to dance – unusual that in
a man. Not one for words he wasn’t, but on the dance floor... well,
he was very light on his feet. We’d dance all night sometimes.
NELL: My husband.
A pause.
Silence.
NELL: Got you a nice can of tuna too – the one in the brine. I thought
you’d like that.
Silence.
NELL: I tried to get you that salmon that you liked last week, but they
were all out – so I got the tuna instead. Is that all right?
Silence.
Silence.
NELL: They’re going crazy out there. You wouldn’t believe it. They
were acting like animals… (She looks apologetically at the cat’s
bowl.) No offence intended Orpheus. It must be the season,
stocking up for the winter I suppose. It’s so hard to get out in this
snow. But even so they were like… rats… vermin… scurrying
around me. (She shivers.) I nearly got knocked over once or twice
in the store. Imagine that, an old lady nearly getting knocked over
just doing her shopping. I think that’s terrible.
NELL: It’s in brine. You’ll like that. It’ll remind you of the sea.
A pause.
A pause.
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She sets the can back on the table and stares at it.
NELL: You would have laughed at me earlier, you really would. You
know what happened? Well, when I’d left the store – I just putting
my purse away – and I was walking off down the road when all of a
sudden... I forgot where I was. I quite forgot. I couldn’t remember
where I lived or how to get back here. It was very strange. I
couldn’t even remember who I was exactly.
A pause.
A pause.
Silence.
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A pause.
A pause.
beautiful! It’s so quiet by The Lake shore too – just the sound of
the water on the pebbles and the wind in the trees. I’d watch the
sun set and I’d wait for him in the twilight. Oh I’d wait. I’d wait
for my... for my... but wait a minute, what am I talking about?
Who was waiting for? Who was it now? Funny, I just can’t
remember... I just can’t... O, this snow in my head…
NELL (Snapping herself out of it): Maybe I need a little nap. (She
considers.) Yes that’s it, a little catnap. (She stares at the bed long
and hard again.) But here, here in the chair. Be sure to wake me
when it’s dinner time, sweetheart. (Calls.) Orpheus?
NELL: Yes?
NELL: Yes.
A pause.
NELL: Sorry?
NELL: Oh yes.
A pause.
NELL: Really?
NELL (Hesitantly taking the other chair at the table): Thank you.
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NELL: Yes, hum, let me see... it would be ten years ago now.
VISITOR: Yes. It has taken some time for us to approach you about
this discrepancy. Many people become overly confident that with
the passing of time their transgressions have been overlooked, but I
can assure you that our investigations at the Bureau never terminate.
NELL: Yes.
VISITOR: I can assure you that we, speaking on behalf of the Bureau,
would obviously prefer not to perform such a ratification procedure,
but given the circumstances…
NELL: Yes.
NELL: No.
NELL: Hum...
VISITOR: Strictly off the record, Mrs. Visnevski I would suggest that
you be totally honest with the Bureau from the outset. I have
carried out many of these ratification procedures during my
professional career and you would be amazed at the number of
people who steadfastly cling to their deceptions even when it is
clear they have been found out. Such behavior only causes the
maximum amount of pain and suffering to all concerned. Therefore
I strongly advise you to confess anything at this point before I
commence the ratification procedure. Do you have anything to
confess?
VISITOR: Hum... I see. (Checking his watch and noting the time on
the form.) So then, let us begin. Name?
VISITOR: Nell. Thank you, please try and pay attention in the future.
NELL: Sorry.
VISITOR: And what was your relationship while the victim was alive?
NELL: Oh yes, well now he worked for over forty years at the steel
mill. Then it closed down. After that he pumped gas at... Lou’s
Truck Stop, that’s right. Oh, that was a terrible job! Out in all
weathers, rude people in a hurry for their gas and their change, oil
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VISITOR: Children?
VISITOR: Why?
An embarrassed pause.
NELL: Well...
VISITOR: I see.
A pause.
A pause.
NELL: No.
NELL: Sorry?
NELL: Yes.
VISITOR: Is it expensive?
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NELL: No, the landlord lets me have it cheep on account of it’s being
on the third floor.
NELL: Really?
VISITOR: From what you tell me I would not advise it. (Returning to
form.) Is the apartment furnished or unfurnished?
NELL: Furnished.
NELL: Yes.
VISITER: So since your husband’s death you have lived here alone?
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VISITOR: Who?
NELL: I’m not sure. I haven’t seen him since I got back. He’s
probably out doing his business. (Calls.) Orpheus?
NELL: Sorry.
NELL: Yes. That is I think so. I can’t really remember now. He was
just always called that.
A pause.
NELL: No.
VISITOR (More relaxed and informal): Where did you meet your
husband exactly?
NELL: Oh, hum... now where did we meet? Well, yes it was out in the
country of course. Funnily enough I was only thinking about back
then before you came. I grew up in a little town up by The Lake.
My husband liked to get away from work at the weekends and go
fishing. Sometimes he’d stop by at the diner I worked at – it was
very popular with hunters and fishermen at the time. I was barely
out of high school, just a kid really. He was much older than me.
Not much of a talker, but...
NELL (Smiling): Not much to look at either, but he had a nice smile.
NELL: Yes.
NELL: Yes. You see dear, I used to love to go dancing. That was
always my big thing, dancing. One day he finally got the courage to
ask me if I wanted to go dancing with him and...
NELL: Yes.
VISITOR: Hum... I see. Well I’m told that when you’re in love you
go where it takes you, isn’t that so?
NELL: What?
VISITOR: I see.
A pause.
NELL: Yes.
NELL: Yes, I suppose it was a little like that. Except that my husband
wasn’t very tall.
VISITOR: I’m sure you were very attractive back then. You must
have been quite a catch for a wandering fisherman.
NELL: No, not really. He always kept himself to himself. (A little shy.)
And we eloped.
VISITOR: I see.
A pause.
NELL (Thinking deeper): But the more I think about it, the more I
remember now there was something else... something I didn’t like
about it... but I can’t remember exactly what...
A pause.
NELL: Really?
NELL: Well just before you came I was talking to… (Stops and looks
around again for the none-existent cat.) Well I mean I was just
thinking about The Lake and how I used to wait by the shore, just
where you’re talking about. But before I couldn’t remember who I
was waiting for because of the snow in my head...
meet me by The Lake... and then we’d walk together along the
shore... listening to the sound of the water in the quiet of the
evening air... never saying a word... then we’d stand for ages, just
looking out at the lights from the city on the far side, reflecting in
the water as if they were shining up from a city down below...
(Darker.) Now I remember that’s the only thing I didn’t like about
that place. There was something strange about those lights... as if
they were drawing us towards them...
VISITOR: You mean you walked by The Lake with Mr. Visnevski?
NELL (Lost): No, that was all before I met my husband... I remember
now I walked there with...
VISITOR (Impatient): How many years were you with your husband?
VISITOR: I see, and for how many of those years were you married to
him?
NELL: Oh, well, that would have been thirty-four – because we were
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NELL: Yes.
VISITOR: And during this year long courtship prior to your legally
sanctified marriage you cohabited with the victim – a.k.a your
husband? You lived together?
VISITOR: And at during that time you and the victim were
‘copulatory lovers’?
NELL: Pardon?
A pause.
VISITOR: Hum… I see. I should inform you then that henceforth the
Bureau will regard you and the victim as having been ‘copulatory
lovers’ out of wedlock.
A pause.
NELL: No. (Quickly changing subject.) Are you sure you wouldn’t
like a hot chocolate?
A pause.
VISITOR: Were you involved with anyone else at the time you met
your husband?
NELL: Well...
VISITOR: I mean it would have been only natural that you would
have been wooed, given the nature of the men surrounded you.
VISITOR: Are you sure? What about the local men, virile from their
long, hard hours of toiling the soil and eager to demonstrate their
prowess on the dance floor…
NELL: What?
Silence.
NELL (Closing up): It’s all so far away now. I don’t remember
anyone I knew back then except my husband.
VISITOR: Really. I’ve been told that people from the past,
particularly ex-lovers, often appear like objects in your mirror –
closer than you think. Please try hard to remember, and bear in
mind the importance of answering honestly.
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VISITOR: So you are now telling me that you did not have intimate
relations with any man prior to your association with your husband?
NELL: No.
NELL: Hum...
VISITOR: And, moreover, what about the lover you waited for on The
Lake shore?
NELL: Who?
VISITOR: Didn’t you tell me that you waited for a lover by The Lake
before you ever met your husband?
NELL (Increasingly uneasy): I’m sure I wouldn’t have told you about
him. I really don’t remember anything about him.
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VISITOR: Are you telling me that you have simply forgotten a man so
significant in your life?
VISITOR: Mrs. Visnevski you most certainly did. And anyway you
only served to confirm that of which the Bureau was already aware.
In truth I would have raised the subject of this former lover
regardless of your mentioning him. He was after all at one time you
fiancé was he not?
VISITOR: Research.
NELL (Stares at the VISITOR): You knew about him? Before you
even came here? How did you know about him?
A pause.
A pause.
NELL (Small voice): There was someone. I knew him before I met
my husband. He was just a kid. He asked me to marry him, and I
said... well I said yes. But I changed my mind. It wasn’t anything
serious.
NELL: Yes.
VISITOR: Did intercourse take place between you and this Young
Man? Was he the cause of your prenuptial vagina non-intacta
status?
VISIOR: Hum… I see. (Making notes.) I should inform you then that
henceforth the Bureau will also regard you and this individual as
having been ‘copulatory lovers’ out of wedlock.
Silence.
The VISITOR puts down his pen and leans back in his
chair. He takes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and
lights one. He plays with it between his fingers and
blows smoke rings at the ceiling. He smiles at NELL
encouragingly.
have been I can assure you I will have heard them a million times
before. Therefore, I ask you again to please cooperate in fully
answering the Bureau’s questions.
NELL: No.
NELL: No.
Silence.
Silence.
VISITOR (Checking his watch and noting the time on the form): That
concludes the questions on this form.
NELL: I see.
A pause.
VISITOR: Once again I should warn you that your accuracy and
honesty when answering the extemporary examination is of prime
significance. (More candidly.) You know Mrs. Visnevski you really
must begin to try and remember the past more accurately. In many
respects I am but the cipher of a function, but if I do claim a raison
d’etre here it is to make you remember your obligations to the truth.
I still do not think you understand how much trouble you have
caused a great many people. Not least yourself if you did but know
it.
NELL: I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to cause anyone any trouble.
VISITOR (Ignoring NELL): Now then this Young Man at The Lake...
NELL: I’m sorry, but I was just wondering, perhaps this wrong
number isn’t my fault.
Silence.
VISITOR: Then whose is it? Mine perhaps? Surely you are not
suggesting the Bureau’s?
A pause.
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VISITOR: Mrs. Visnevski I can assure you that the Bureau has made
every conceivable effort to clear up this discrepancy before
approaching you. I and my colleagues have dedicated a
considerable amount of time to investigating this case. Hours of
manpower have been spent plowing through files and statements,
checking and re-checking every conceivable random factor which
may have been the cause of the problem. Many of my colleagues
were forced to neglect their other duties in order to continue their
investigations of your husband’s number, or rather the lack there of.
Some even applied themselves to solving this mystery in their own
time, to the considerable detriment of their health. Such is the
dedication and PROFESSIONALISM of the Bureau. For ten years
we have struggled with this problem, but to no avail. For some of
my colleagues this case has spanned the entire length of their
careers. Do you have any comprehension just how heart-breaking it
is to apply so much personal effort – literally blood, sweat and tears
– to restoring the harmonious accuracy of the Bureau’s records only
to be constantly rewarded with defeat? I scarcely expect you to
know this, but you and your husband have become almost hate
figures within the Bureau. Many of my colleagues simply refused
to investigate your case any further, washing their hands of this fetid
affair altogether. And I am talking about good men Mrs. Visnevski,
gentlemen and PROFESSIONALS that would never dream of
abandoning an investigation unless pushed to the ultimate limit of
their ethical endurance. Many even objected to my continued
investigation of your case, suggesting that the maximum penalty
should be inflicted upon you without further delay. Their rationale
being that simply removing you from the equation would prove
equally satisfactory in resolving the turmoil you and your husband’s
damnable identification number have caused. I have to admit that
there were times when I almost succumbed to their demands. I
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A pause.
VISITOR: Don’t you? Well we shall see. Now then this Young Man,
like you, was from The Lake?
NELL: Yes.
played pirates on The Lake shore – there was an old ship and we’d
have sword fights on its deck with wooden swords. ‘Pirate Nell,
the scourge of the Caribbean!’ he called me. (Her smile fades.)
Later he lost his family like me, and then we only had each other.
We were inseparable.
NELL: Yes.
NELL: I don’t.
VISITOR: But you were devoted to him? Didn’t you wait every
evening for him by The Lake?
VISITOR: Then it must have been love. Are you certain you don’t
remember?
VISITOR: Really?
VISITOR: Not as much as before and anyway I am told that true love
is a state of being that is very hard to forget. Try harder.
Silence.
NELL: What?
VISITOR: It’s getting late. Perhaps it would help you to lie down for
a while and rest. On the bed perhaps?
NELL (Staring at the bed): Why do you have to keep talking about the
bed?
Silence.
NELL: Yes very, very much. I loved him with all my heart.
VISITOR: I see. The Bureau will henceforth regard you and this
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VISITOR: I think you’ll find it makes all the difference in the end. So
did you fall out of love with him?
VISITOR: But you still jilted him for your future husband, correct?
NELL: No I didn’t jilt him for anyone. I told you my feelings had
already changed about marrying him.
NELL: Because…
A pause.
VISITOR: Only if you had a just cause to truly doubt in him. Perhaps
you couldn’t find a tangible excuse. Maybe you just ran away when
you got the chance. You already admitted that you considered
meeting your husband as an opportunity to ‘escape’ the presents of
this Young Man, and apparently The Lake also.
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NELL: It did.
VISITOR: Any yet cannot give a clear reason why your feelings
changed towards this unfortunate? What was so wrong with this
Young Man? You say you still loved him, so what changed exactly?
NELL: I began to think he was just leading me on. He had a way with
words and could twist me around his little finger.
NELL: I told you he was a dreamer. I loved him with all my heart, but
I didn’t believe he’d stay with me. I thought that eventually he
would have left me and I would have been alone... (Darker.) all
alone by The Lake... Then I met my husband, and my husband
seemed such a good man, so very trustworthy. I tried never to think
about that Young Man after I met my husband – it was hard, yes,
very hard, but I managed it. I still loved him it’s true, even when I
left, but I never thought about him again, not once – that is not until
today, when you came here and started asking me all these
questions.
Silence.
NELL: How do you know that? I can’t see you can know anything
about him?
VISITOR: Really? It may surprise you to learn that during the course
of my research into your husband’s case I have been able to
uncover some considerable detail pertaining to this Young Man. By
all account he was quit committed to you. I have spoken to many
people that knew him at that time and they agree that he was
determined to marry you and make a life with you. He apparently
had made plans to study law, and was on the verge of announcing
his decision to you when you left. Of course he tried to find you,
but his efforts proved fruitless. The note you left him telling of your
decision to leave and of your new love conveniently neglected to
reveal where you and your future husband proposed to reside. For
many years, except for the occasions when he travel in search of
you, he remained at The Lake. He was a shadowing figure then,
pathetic even – walking alone and withdrawn from company. Many
predicated him to be a lost soul. His only solace appeared to be in
searching for you, but even that was in truth a hollow quest. For
although he longed to find you, to declare his love afresh, he was
tormented by the belief that you had found true happiness, and that
a reconciliation was out of the question. Had he known that that
was not necessarily the case who can say how much harder he may
have searched?
A pause.
VISITOR: Yet his life was not completely a failure, at least so it began
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A pause.
A pause.
A pause.
NELL (Softly): What I said before, it wasn’t true. I didn’t forget him,
at least not completely.
NELL: Yes, yes, I remember him sometimes – I told you I loved him
with all my heart, didn’t I?
VISITOR: That is very significant, and will help your case I can
assure you. But once again, why did you run from him? Was it just
that your fears outweighed your love?
VISITOR: Yet you still cannot articulate exactly what gave birth to
these fears?
NELL: I just had bad thoughts about him – very, very bad thoughts.
NELL: I was just a girl, everything was new to me. I didn’t want to
make any mistakes. I didn’t want to be left alone... alone by The
Lake...
VISITOR: Did you think that this Young Man and The Lake were
somehow connected?
NELL: Perhaps.
VISITOR: How?
NELL: I don’t know exactly, I told you I just had bad thoughts. I kept
thinking about things over and over. It was like a chatter box in my
head. There was a voice, constantly warning me to be careful. It
kept telling me that I was making a mistake – ‘he’ll leave you...
he’ll leave you...’ it said, ‘Get away from him... get away from The
Lake...’
NELL: I suppose so, yes. But sometimes you have to be careful, don’t
you?
VISITOR: I’m really not qualified to say. But was that all, just a
voice in your head?
NELL: They were always the same. In my dreams we’d meet by The
Lake shore, just as we always did. We’d stand for a while and
watch the sun fade, and the lights from the city begin to shine in the
water... it was so peaceful, so quiet... as if time had stopped as we
stood there. Then all of a sudden he’d say ‘come on, Nell...’ and
take my hand, and start walking towards the lights... then it was like
we were out over the water... he’d just keep saying ‘come on, Nell,
don’t worry’, and because he was holding my hand I felt I had
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nothing to fear. Then the next thing I realized he was gone, and I
was sinking down towards the lights... deep into the blackness of
The Lake... and all I could hear was the water in my ears, and I
started to scream... but there was no sound... just the noise of the
water in my ears...
VISITOR: I see. But surely you realized those were just nightmares?
NELL: No, they were more than that. They seemed real. So real...
NELL is silent.
NELL: Yes he may have, but what’s the point of thinking about that –
it’s just a good thing that we’ll never know.
NELL: But how can knowing if I made a mistake about him change
things now?
A pause.
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VISITOR: You know Mrs. Visnevski I still cannot help but find your
actions contradictory. I can see why your night terrors may have
swayed you from this Young Man, but does not any relationship
contain its fair share of uncertainty? Grief is surely the inevitably
price we pay for love. I mean isn’t every man worthy of such fear
as you felt about this Young Man? For example, what made you so
sure you could trust this Mr. Visnevski? Why were you not
pessimistic about him also? You could just as easily have been
mistaken about him – he was after all a man you hardly knew, from
a city you had never even seen. All that he told you could have
been a tissue of lies. For all you knew he could have been a bum on
the street, or an axe murderer, or a devotee of the Dark Lord. Did
you investigate him? Did you travel to see where he lived? Did
you force him to corroborate his story? All he said may well have
been a dream untrue. So why were you so sure of him? What
infused him with trust? Did he really seem so trustworthy? Answer
me honestly? A man who by his own admission idled away his
spare time killing the defenseless aquatic life of our land and
soliciting impressionable young girls in diners? Your actions make
no sense. You fled form a man you knew everything about to a man
that was to all intents and purposes a zero?
NELL: I just thought I knew who he was. I never thought there was
any mystery about him. I didn’t think I was making a mistake with
him.
NELL: I just thought that marrying my husband was the right thing to
do. I thought marrying that Young Man was the wrong thing. I
can’t explain it more than that.
NELL: I don’t.
VISITOR: You were afraid to listen to your heart and not your head.
Silence.
A pause.
VISITOR: That’s what you tell me. Do you know what I honestly
think? I think that you cannot accept the truth about your husband.
I think you are trying to reinvent him to hide the fact you no longer
really remember the truth about him at all.
have had no difficulty at all in finding out about your previous lover.
Don’t you think that is odd? Someone you insist so strongly
existed, a.k.a your husband, leaves no trace, while someone you say
you have actively tried to expel from your memory, a.k.a this Young
Man, proves such a visible entity?
VISITOR: Perhaps I can. Let me put it another way, why do you now
apparently have little trouble in remembering the facts of your
relationship with this Young Man, while becoming increasingly
confused about the most elementary aspects of you husband’s life?
VISITOR: You think so? Clearly you do not. Your story about him
changes, haven’t you noticed that?
VISITOR: Very well, since you persist in your evasion of the truth, let
us go over once again some of the supposed facts you have
provided pertaining to Mr. Visnevski.
VISITOR: Incorrect. You said before Lou’s Truck Stop or Art’s Truck
Stop.
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NELL: What?
VISITOR: Short.
NELL groans.
NELL: Hum...
VISITOR: Quickly.
VISITOR: Quickly.
VISITOR: Quickly!
NELL: Twenty.
NELL: I told you I forget things! I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
It’s this snow in my head...
NELL: Orpheus? I told you I don’t know. He must have gone out.
VISITOR: But how? You have no cat flap. Is this animal capable of
opening doors? Does he possess his own key as well?
VISITOR: Why do you think that you can remember an ex-lover from
forty-five years ago with more clarity than an animal you profess to
cohabit with on a daily basis?
Silence.
VISITOR: Correct?
Silence.
VISITOR: What?
VISITOR: When?
NELL: When I first came here I was afraid, maybe it was because I
was alone!
VISITOR: What?
VISITOR: CONFESS!
Silence.
VISITOR: The Bureau never intends to cause pain, but it is the nature
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A pause.
VISITOR: You will receive a copy of my full report into this case in
due course. However in the meantime you will I am sure be happy
to learn that the Bureau is now completely satisfied with the
evidence you have provided concerning your husband’s
identification number and that the file will be amended accordingly.
As for you, given your final cooperation, I will recommend leniency
in any future sentence which may be imposed upon you.
(Corporate smile.) My work is done, and I shall be wishing you a
good day.
A pause.
A pause.
like wings hovering over the surface water. Gradually he felt the
weightlessness of his body as his feet slowly lifted off of The Lake
bed. Then he relaxed and let the current take him, toying with him
at first like a leaf on the tide, then slowly, bit by bit, drawing him
down to the bottom of The Lake... down, down into the lights. A
strange sensation he thought, like going to sleep in a cold bed.
Cold, until the cold almost begins to feel warm, and to sooth, to lull,
and finally all is quiet. And there he lay for a while in his bed at the
bottom of The Lake. He had expected to lose all consciousness, but
in fact he continued to see and feel everything about him. And it
was then he noticed a curious sight. As he looked through the
foggy water he began to make out mysterious shapes, and
eventually he realized that all around him there lay the rotting
carcasses of many ships. Old ships from throughout the ages – lost
in storms and victims of the winter ice – their portholes, like so
many black eyes, staring at him through the grey half-light. He
walked to one of the ships and climbed upon its deck to explore, to
roam – his curiosity suddenly alive with both fear and wonder. He
moved on down into the ship’s silent heart, deep down through its
arteries and chambers, through its gangways and stairwells, until he
came to a great room. This room, he presumed, must have been the
Captain’s quarters, and there he spied a big black chair in the
corner, its old black leather now green with the slime of the deep.
So, with nothing else to do, he sat in the chair and after he was
comfortable, he began once more to wait. He sat and looked out
through the dark hollow eye of the ship’s skull, and waited... and
waited... and waited... In fact he has waited all this time, right up
until today...
A pause.
for you. Waiting for you. Had you but known it, you have never
had anything to fear. His love has never died for you, for yours has
never died for him. You see that is why he is still here and your
husband is not, for it is the undying love of another which continues
to make us exist. My function was simply to make you see that you
must remember the truth about where your love lies to find peace
with it. So why don’t you have a little sleep, sweet little Nell… a
little sleep… and sleep as long and as deeply as you like, for you no
longer have to be afraid and hide from your dreams. And in your
dreams return to your beginning – return to The Lake and your
imaginings of the future, with that Young Man that waits for you by
the shore where you will lie in love forever. Dream my little Nell…
and in your dreams he will always be waiting…
A pause.
Always…
A pause.
Always…
A pause.
Long silence.
Fade to black.
Curtain.