A near infinite number of bees, many identical. The still incongruous unattached facet breaks into the bottom of the frame, rising until it completely hides the multiple shape behind it. With a bounce, they fill the screen for no time, then retreat. Boing. Here comes another one.     The X-shape led, and my old self followed, flying through the darkness on the bee television, that miraculous shape given me by the bees, and now being taken back by them.