These angels, can they laugh if they can cry? There is no reason for angels, or lost little boys. The world sits on an axis in space held by a dish of gravity. I know the keys to the riddle that unlocks mouths to confess. And the the darkness that decends befriends nobody. Seeks each room for a piece, a puzzle to put together in the hidden bathroom on the floor, a little ruby brooch. Stare all you like, Alice is coming home!!!