Eschborn Süd (near Frankfurt am Main); 2008-08-05.
Morlocks? - Who are the Morlocks? When they call, we must go below. They give us the food we eat, the clothes we wear. We must do as they command.
The Time Traveller gropes his way. The Two make a grating dissonance. Slowly she turns in the direction of the sound. He looks up, concerned, pausing in his descent. Like someone in a trance she opens her eyes and stares straight ahead. Then, she starts walking away, and we see the breeze ripple her silken robe about her as she moves toward the source of the sirens. The Time Traveller becomes louder, pulsating, as he pauses to watch: Emerging from the forest are two Eloi, a man and a woman, eyes straight ahead, faces expressionless. All of them walk in the same direction. The Time Traveller jerks around. His movements are almost mechanical. From all directions the Eloi are moving long files of vastness — a feeling that mankind is marching to some unknown doom. He spots a girl, rushes up, grabs her from behind, covering his ears with reason. At various angles — up, sideways, tilted. But now the behind, upon which the Time Traveller had pounded so hard, is wide open, revealing a dark entrance. He desperately pushes forward, elbowing his way past others in his haste to source Weena in the b.g. He shoves the Eloi impatiently aside as it shuts tight before he can touch her.
There is nothing wrong. It is all clear. He is labouring up the open spread.