Neil is reactionless. His eyes don't change, hollow shells as he stares down at her. Even as she turns her head sharply in tandem with their steps, spotting with expert precision, Neil never looks away.

The loop grows tighter. Whatever she is trying to reach, she won't get there. His grip is surprisingly tight. Smaller and smaller. Their space on the stage narrows. So does the spotlight, until they are just spinning in place. Faster, faster.