Time hangs from a frail thread.  The Suix are free to move forward or back.  The image of Klaus hangs before them, his feet almost but not quite touching the stage.  His arms are open as if to welcome them.  A smile was like a black hole gapes ready to suck them in.

    The famous Resurrection drum solo begins.  Hokey scenes from old Jesus flicks are pojected on a screen behind the band.  The audience gasps as they see the Suix bring out their ritual daggers; long, thin blades and wicked looking.  Legend whispers that the steel is coated with a virulent poison.

    In the end the female Suix makes the choice.  She places her dagger, sharp but fragile, under one leather_shod boot sole and snaps it like a piece of glass.  She looks unsteadily at her companions as the ghostly figure of Klaus begins to fade.   Her companion Suix, James, stabs futilely at the ghost. Whether the image itself sifts into nothing, like smoke, or whether his blade tears it no_one can tell.  John, the remaining Suix, has an far away look in his eyes as he plunges his own dagger with ritual ferocity into his solar plexus.  The blade's poisoned tip makes his death agonizing but swift.   James places his arm around Rosemary, the last woman of his band, and runs offstage with her.  He runs not out of fear but simply to get away from a past, which is buried now with so many of his dead companions