Every time Beatrice and Beau try to communicate, words get in the way.  To make matters even more difficult, the box they are trapped inside continually widens, pulling them further apart.  And it’s getting darker in here.  And they’re not sure if what they’re telling each other is how they really feel, or what they wish they felt.  And it’s hard to have arguments when you’re talking in unison, but you’re not speaking heart to mouth, you’re just saying what comes next.

Ever felt like that?

Beatrice and Beau are caught inside a web of language and light that is constantly changing, making it hard to stay together and impossible to be apart.

Beatrice and Beau have a lot to figure out in only seven minutes.