I climbed out of the alligator mouth dressed as a nurse from the Crimean War. June was wearing a hessian sack which had only recently been emptied of its contents on the amphitheatre floor and I stood on cinders that had fallen from the everyday dragon’s mouth. A voice that had issued from the corner of a room instead of a mouth slowly receded into the distance like a song than no one noticed until it had ended. I shut the door after June had shut her handbag and we sailed up the road on the back of passing stranger’s hand - its shadow made a goose shape flying into a seemingly infinite distance (I still think infinity is just a CD without a hole in the middle). When the snow geese had reached their destination they both picked up small bodies and exchanged large giggles.