Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. he is warmly wrapped in some sort of cocoon. the only sound he can hear is dripping water which appears to be the source of a pale flickering T. he guesses he must be in some sort of cave - or kooky tomb, or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the bone of the womb. Wrapped up in some powdered wool - i guess i'm losing touch. Don't tell me this is dying, 'cos i ain't changed that much. The only sound is water drops, i wonder where the hell i am, Some kind of jam? Cuckoo cocoon have i come to, too soon for you? There's nothing i can recognise; this is nowhere that i've known. With no sign of life at all, i guess that i'm alone, And i feel so secure that i know this can't be real But i feel good. Cuckoo cocoon have i come to, too soon for you? I wonder if i'm a prisoner locked in some brooklyn jail - or some sort of jonah shut up inside the whale. No - i'm still rael and i'm stuck in some kind of cave. What could've saved me? Cuckoo cocoon have i come to, too soon for you? Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.