Three monologues in verse, performed by the author. In Group Theory, a week's worth of misdelivered mail leads an apartment dweller on a journey through the refracted symmetries of self. In Parsimony, a man returns home after a car crash, drugged up and teetering on crutches, to find that a strange new neighbor has moved into the back room behind his kitchen. In Teratology, the distant arching dome of a train station looms over four stranded travelers, four strangers trapped together for a long night. Or are there three? Or two? Or...?