Shadows on the Wall: Point of View
[A-ko is sitting in a narrow upright chair in a tiny room with a mirror and a picture of a butterfly. B-ko stands behind her. With a jerk, the elevator starts, with its characteristic music.]

B-ko: You may begin.

A-ko: [without turning around] It started with little things. Pencils, you know. Pens. Hairpins. Then other things...

[B-ko is silent.]

A-ko: Books, mainly. Sometimes the notes from class. A shirt I liked. Library books, too - I'd just turn around and they'd be gone... and I wouldn't know what to do!

[B-ko is silent.]

A-ko: Sometimes I could find them again - in the bottom of the closet, under stuff in my bookbag - but sometimes - most of the time - I couldn't! Things would just be gone, missing!

B-ko: Deeper. Go deeper.

A-ko: It could be anything, and then there would be this, this hole in my life... My hairbrush. My toothbrush, even! I never understood how I could lose these things. Never!

B-ko: [is silent, but looks at the picture on the wall, which has regressed to a caterpillar.]

A-ko: These things were just gone and I felt so, so betrayed!

B-ko: [looks at the picture. It is a leaf.]

A-ko: I don't understand! How can these things just betray me?!?!?

[The elevator rushes downward.]

B-ko: Is there any difference between loss and betrayal?

Utena's Voice, distantly: Point of view, maybe? [Sound of a locker slamming shut.]

A-ko: I don't want to lose anything else! I don't want to be betrayed again!

[The elevator reaches the bottom of the shaft, and the doors slide open.]]]