Here I am-and I'm all alone

No one calls on the telephone.

I look around-and what do I see?

There's no one here but me-me-me.

Me me — me

That's all I see

I'm all alone,

just

me

me

me.

This was all done to the accompaniment of holographic shaking trees, storm clouds and other spooky effects. The music wailed as Madonette seguidillad into the rest of the song.

I'm all alone and it's very dark

I sneak out the window to the park.

The wind blows bard and the tree limbs wave

And I'm right before an open grave!

When I try to run and try to flee —

But I know they're out there after me!

I sit and cry and I know that's right —

Because the sun comes up

It's the end of the night…

With a last wail and a writhe of purple fog the sun rose majestically behind us and the music trickled to an end.

The silence stretched and stretched-until it was finally broken by a tumultuous applause.

"Well gang," I said, "it looks like we have done it. Or as Barry Moyd says it looks like we are but really rooty-getooty!"

On the seventh day we did not rest. After a final round of rehearsals I called an early break. "Get some racktime. Pack your bags. The music and props are ready to go. We ship out at midnight. Transportation to the spaceport leaves here an hour earlier-so don't be late."

They shuffled out wearily with dragging feet. The Admiral stamped in as they left, with Zach trailing in his wake.

"This agent informs me that all preparations have been made and you are ready to embark." I could only nod agreement.