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 light. 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?