In a gloomy room a shaft of moonlight illuminates me. I'm on stage in a theatre and a hundred strange people out there in the darkness stare at me, waiting for me to speak the lines that I have forgotten.

I sit in a chair in the centre of the stage. I hold a peeled orange in one hand and an apricot in another.

An actor enters from the wings. It is a demon the size of a small child, but muscular and powerful. It wears no clothes but is covered with scales, like a snake. It has a low, flat head, tiny eyes and a vicious beak. It has claws instead of fingers and toes.

I am paralysed with fear.

The demon comes towards me. Its claws scratch on the wooden floor.