So much to know, but nowhere to go...
Tommy is once again in The Room, lying on a bare matress. The room is 
cold, but there is no breeze, no fresh air. He shivers, and curls up in 
the middle of the matress, not wanting to move. It's too cold to move. 
Besides, there's nowhere to go. It seems like the whole room is closing 
in on him...

"See me"

	Why doesn't someone come for him? Why is he here alone? He can't find a 
way out. How can he live, when there's nothing to live for? How can he 
give, when there's no one to give to? How long has he been here? It 
feels like so many days...not days...days don't exist, night has taken 
them all away. A neverending night, a night so lonely and so cold...
Shivering, he turns up his face, but not to the sky. A ceiling covers 
the sky, and blocks out even the smallest breeze. If only he could feel 
the wind, and turn his face to the sky. If only the ceiling would 
disappear again, and there was nothing between him and the stars, then 
he could imagine, and dream, and escape for awhile...He has to get out.

"Feel me"

	He gets up and feels his way to the door. He tries desperately to open 
it, but it never opens. Why can't he open it? What is on the other side? 
Is there someone else on the other side who can't open it either? Mother?!
Mother.His heart aches for her. He can still remember the last time he touched 
her face, how it was so tense and strained. He tried so hard to reach 
her. Does she know? Does she understand? He did what Father told him to 
do, so why doesn't Father come back...Father.
Why won't Father help him? How can Father expect him to find the Truth, 
to find anything, when he's trapped alone in this room? He thought he 
knew what he was suppose to do, but he can do nothing in here. He 
already searched it, and found what he was suppose to find. The light is 
gone now. Has he been left behind...?

Tommy goes to the mirror. He knows the whole room by touch now, and can 
find it right away. He must escape. He has to dream, but it's so hard to 
dream without hope. He gazes into the mirror, unseeing. Unable to dream, 
or forget. Then, for a moment, he sees a reflection. Father! Was the 
reflection in the mirror, or in his mind?

"Touch me"

	His father's reflection has vanished and the mirror is dark. Feeling 
nothing, Tommy reaches out and gently touches the glass. 

"Father, are you there?
Are you trapped like me?"
He presses his hand to the glass.

"If you're there, let me touch you
Father, can you hear me?
Father, can you feel me?"

He lays his face against the cold glass.

"Father, don't leave me!
Touch my eyes! 
Let me see!
I have to know, just for a second
Who you really are, and what I'm going to be
It's so cold, let me touch you
Let me know that you're near
I can't live in the cold, unable to feel
I can't live if you can't hear!"

The mirror is cold against his face. He shivers and clutches at the 
smooth glass.

"Someone, please hold me
I want to go home
Somebody, hold me
Somebody real
Mother, please hold me
I've got to give
I've got to live
I've got to feel..."

Tommy feels nothing, just the cold, cold glass. He turns away from the 
mirror and franticly searches the room one more time. He has searched it 
so many times now. Is there nothing more to find? His hand runs into a 
speaker. The speaker is cold and silent. Where is the music? He runs his 
hands across the speaker. Where is the vibration, the life that he once 
felt? He rests his hand on the speaker and hopes....
Nothing. His hand slowly slips off the speaker and then he touches 
something else. He shudders and his hand clenches around it. Sally's 
cross. Why is it here? Why is it so cold? He holds it in his hands and 
tries to warm it up, but his hands are too cold. Has something happened 
to Sally? Has she given up? Is she trapped too? Tommy can't feel her.

"Sally, can you hear me?"

Nothing.

"Heal me"

Tommy touches his own face. If only he could cry. The healing tears 
never come to his blind eyes. Still holding Sally's cross, he falls to 
his knees. He slowly crumples lower to the ground, and then, as his hand 
touches the floor, he feels something in his fingertips....Heat?
What is it? Where is it coming from? He presses his hand to the floor 
and feels it slowly begining to warm up. Feeling around the cold floor, 
he finds that only this one spot is warm. Then he reaches up to touch 
the window. The warmth is coming from the window....Sunlight!! Has the 
sun been shining all along? He sits in the small spot of warm sunlight 
with his hands pressed to the floor, and his face towards the light. He 
can't see it, but he can feel it. He smiles, the sunlight warming his 
face. It wasn't really dark. He hadn't realized that day had come. It 
wasn't really night after all....