The foot lights stop HERE, the spotlight stops HERE, and Prospero comes down from the rafters HERE.
A thousand little calculations ran through his head, all coursing through his involuntary systems. His space had been charted out like a video game map. He knew automatically where to move to get the next crystal, so he had a little bit of latitude regarding the journey. The stage tilts NOW, Ferdinand drowns NOW, and Miranda starts crying NOW. Little hiccuping sobs? One dignified tear like in the soaps? Of this much he was not sure, only that he was supposed to move stage left to comfort her NOW.
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