[ The man on the stage is young. He can't be more than in his mid-twenties. He is frantic. The lights on stage seem to flash and crackle like lightning. He looks to the glowing eyes as he rushes around the stage from place to place. He's breathless, giddy almost as he goes to an empty part of the stage and mimes pushing something upwards with his hand. He turns to those glowing eyes. Eyes that to him are not blue but yellow. Eyes that belong to an equally if not much taller man. A much broader man as well.]

Connect those batteries. [He points to an empty spot in on stage. To Victor, this is not a stage. It is his laboratory and it is not the flashing of lights.]

That lever. [He hurries to another part of the stage and pressed down another "switch".] And now the next two.

[He throws another switch and rushes center stage, taking off his coat, leaving his frail body in simple shirt sleeves. He looks up towards the flashing light and then down, his expression going a little soft, as if he's looking down at something, someone. His voice goes from demanding and phrenic to quiet.] We must capture the storm.

[Then he's rushing off again, to breathlessly pull at "heavy chains" that roll down a window and again to grab...something that isn't there. A ladder, presumably.] Help me!

[He makes a climbing motion and starts moving about "wires"] When I say, raise the nine conductors....not yet...