We all enter a smaller room, where all the walls are covered with wood, like a ship's cabin.

We sit on benches, and ahead of us there is a sloping table, covered with black cloth.

A pale white arm is lying on the table. We cannot see any other part of the body, nor the face of the person to whom the arm belongs. We wonder whose arm it is.

At the sides, three figures are standing with their backs to us. They are all wearing dark clothes with hoods. We cannot see their faces either.

The figures begin to move from either side, very slowly. They approach the arm, totally surrounding it. The light is very dim.

Now they are bent over the arm, which we can no longer see.

What are they doing? It seems like an operation in an alien hospital, silent, mysterious. Who are these hooded figures? Are they aliens? And why is the arm so separate?

After some time the hooded figures retreat, and once more the pale arm is left exposed on the dark cloth. But it has changed. Now there are coloured dots all over the arm, running in curved lines making extraordinary patterns of flowing energy.
The arm is alive with colour.