"N" twiddles his hands over his head in the pantomime of dance. (Don't ask me how I know this.) The music is slow and threatening. N responds with the mime of evil; he holds his arm up and stretches his back, then curves his fingers mimicking a bird. He dips, lowering his wings, back steps and flaps again, standing upright. He walks halfway around the room this way. As the music slows, N's legs drift apart, and he falls face first to the floor. A lighter melody intercedes; N starts to rise back to his feet, slow and delicate, reaching out like a flower looking for sunlight.
