act i cassius newly released from the hospital following a harrowing automobile accident inherits the home of his unknown biological parents in accordance with their last will and testament entering the house for the first time he hears whispers but finds no one pollock and young cassius whisper there are voices in the attic wispy whispers past the cabinets filled with tawny photographs i am stolid i am steadfast where there s panic lingers relapse oh nothose breakdown days are done this house alive i can hear the floorboards breathe creak creak various angels and devils enter fluttering about the parlor are these angels come to take me if so i ll wave my white flag willingly i have shed my snake skinned past clustered flies hinder the windows for every angel there s a devil oh nomake these voices go away i was a god fearing boy sure i stumbled more than once but so did his begotten son an orphan thrown out to the wolves not prodigal far worse i was hustled i was scorned made a criminal but i stand here reformed there are voices in the dead of night a child screaming i am gemini oh what are you and why are you specter are you spirit am i lucid am i losing it oh no this macabre facade these walls paper thin