Marty sat on a chair in the middle of a darkened stage. An overhead spot spread a cone of light around her. I stood in front of her and she looked up at me and gestured. Her lips moved, but the stage was silent.
It was clear she was trying to tell me something, to ask me something. She was near imploring. I sensed another person in the shadows just outside the circle of light. It felt like a male presence. A young man. He seemed to be waiting and watching, and also silent.