A singing crocodile on stage in a world of her own. A world which swamps with what seems like black oil. You wake up there, in front of a group of five, as they are already knee deep in blackness. The crocodile screams about her teeth, which tears at this world and the the people within. It tears at their skin and displaces them as layers. We focus on one of the group. A girl. As her face shifts into two parts, she seems to have a dream about herself, about her body. Maybe the crocodile is her. The world breaks away around the five as the crocodile screams. It's their release.