Another of the dark corners of the rounded cave, where metal is ringing in our ears. Jacob appears again from behind rocks, walking towards us. Those are not his shoes making those step noises, but instead one of the composers (Beo Morales) with his hands in shoes, shuffling them across white sand in a box in a studio sometime in the (relative) future. Through a further invisible puppetry of meaning, it turns out that the ringing noise is a call for Jacob there in the cave, on a phone in a small white box recessed right in the cave wall.     My reverie was disturbed by the sound of a telephone ringing in the cave.