Out of This World: Page 13 the top, the world will end. She waits for an an-swer. His slender musicianlike fingers white about his betting slips, he yells Yeah! just before the horses thunder around the bend and drown him out, her out, everything else out. Or: The plastic blind sticks as it is raised, then gives way with a harsh squeak. Through the jet window, a new dawn breaks over the clouds. The sun works its way very slowly across Mi-ho's face. With the sleepy puzzlement of a new-born, she looks around her - yes, that's right, she is on a jet, she is somewhere between East and West. Must be morning - it has that aqua color to it. Funny how she always falls asleep at night, and awakens in the morning. It is almost as if she has exchanged this universe for another; a land of perpetual black for this thrilling new territory of daybreak. She holds her hand up to her face and sees the veins glow red in the morning light. What would hapen if she stayed on this jet and it flew on forever, floating between one dimension and the next, life and existence unspooling in countless directions beneath her? Or: We see a television monitor that engulfs the entire frame. It is completely black, but it grad-ually fades in on Halley (or is it Cheng?). She is gazing at the floor, in subservience one would say, or perhaps contemplation if one is optim-istic. She raises her eyes to look at the camera, at us. Deep dark rings rim her eyes, and they are red from exhaustion, or crying, or epiphany. And then we see an upturn to the corners of her mouth, and the smile works her way up to her eyes, until they have premature crow's feet. It is a smile of resignation, and yet it seems to reassure us: It'll be alright after all. And then the camera turns away from the monitor to focus on the man for whom this video is intended, ghost light scat-