Christopher’s got no prospects and wishes that the future might open up like a cracked rib, that the past might just be water under the town, I mean, bridge, I mean, I don’t know what made me say that, wait, what I mean is that Christopher is asleep on their bench where they live, please speak quietly so we don’t wake them (they don’t get a good night’s sleep very often anymore) and for the love of god make sure you’ve turned off your cell phone. Okay good. This is a play about birds, about floods, about mountain-top removal, about the world and how little we know about it, about the things that unsettle us, I mean me, about going from here and just seeing where it takes us, and it’s sort of about love and a little bit about peanut butter but mostly it’s a play about how sometimes you may think it’s not very likely that there is a beautiful, ancient woman living inside the mountain, but it is very likely. It is very, very likely. Very, very, very, very, very, very likely. It’s actually happening. It’s happening right now. She’s here and she’s coming up behind you. Do you hear that? Wait – Wait, I don’t want it this way. Let’s go back.