The Underground (A2 S5)

And so, hunted and devoid of option, Constance heads to the tunnels beneath the city

(I think she went this way!)
(Get the dogs down here!)

The quiet, the lost, the halls forgot
The slouching engines growl
The long, dark land, the lost enchant
In the under, in the underground

The concrete deep which breathes beneath
Where half-mad creatures prowl
The tribes and ones who've not seen the sun
In the under, in the underground
In the under, in the underground

Lost streams flow in dark below
Where eyeless sailors drown
Forgotten gods and faeries lost
In the under, in the underground
In the under, in the underground

And so, stumbling through the dark labyrinths beneath the city, Constance-

Wait, wait...
You...

Finds herself pursued by-

Don't...
Don't I know you?

No, no
Shh, don't break character

But there was...
There was...
There was, like, a radio broadcast?

Another life in another world, dear

Who are you?

Whoever the story needs me to be
Now come, let's slip back into character.
Shh...

Cold dreams wind through feasts of blind
Fallen angels frown
The cults who've fled call forth the dead
In the under, in the underground

The quiet, the lost, the halls forgot
The slouching engines growl
The long, dark land, the lost enchant
In the under, in the underground
In the under, in the underground