When you lose control and you got no soul
When the morning cries and your heart just dies
It's hard to bear
With no-one beside you, you're goin' nowhere
Ahh! -- 'Tragedy,' by the Bee Gees
With her sprained foot wrapped in ice on the Tudor Mansion kitchen island, ballerina Gwenllian stares at the sink. Her toe pointed eastwards, she feels like the waning side of a crescent moon waiting for sunrise.