It is always early. And one hand moves, until it is another’s turn to move and then they both move, then it is another’s turn to move and then all three move. And the first hand continues until the companion returns and then they both carry on until they are once again made whole. And then the first hand speeds along, the outsider feels rejected, the adjudicator grows hoarse. And then the first hand disappears, the vindicated ignores, the serpent rehashes. For Heaven is never late.