She hears and listens to the birds and water sounds in the music as he sleeps upstairs. He always passes out after a rage. As if , ashamed, he went to hide. Or exhausted by his own energy and mood, he passes out. She coughs and writes calmly to the sound of birds and flutes. 'I wonder when he will introspecta bit?'.  she wonders on the screen, written down. The crows are cawing as he sleeps and sleeps and sleeps to forget his morning. Certainly, that is what she would do if she was him. A lingering sadness can even be heard in the crows moaning. A sad and rusty caw. Meanwhile, the flutes play on the stereo. And somewhere, perhaps nearby and with Amhitabba, the water flows and the birds chant lovely songs to the universe.