Atop Ms. Sablinova's nipple, Peter sleeps. He's still very hard. As the sun moves across the sky, just outside Ms. Sablinova's penthouse, he has another dream:
It's still in Africa. It's somewhere on a lake. It's the heat of the day. In the water, hippos lumber, and bask.
All around, there are wharfs. They weave around the water, in an intricate fashion.
Only Peter and Silvija are out here. Again, they're both normal-sized. And again, they're both in ballet attire; this stuff is more revealing, than the stuff they wore for the "morning" part of the number. It should be. On African lakes, it can get hot at midday. Between the wharfs, hippos and lake dolphins bask. Atop these wharfs, the "noon" part of the Dance of the Hours commences.
In figure eights around one another, the two dance. For now, they share the same wharf. From above, the sun beats down on both of them. Neither would mind, about now, if Sunspot used his powers to make a sunspot around them, and shade them... Alas, the scene of noon must be maintained, for this part of the number...so both dancers just tough it out, with no mutants to cut them slack...or to fear or hate.
Peter shouldn't. In another reality, he teaches a class at Jean Grey's mutant school...
In S-shaped motions, Silvija dances forth, from here to there atop the wharf. Peter spins around, and follows her, in a straight line.
They join hands. Like a pendulum, Silvija swings herself around Peter, as if he were a rotor. Many times, she comes dangerously close to a monstrous hippo's surfaced nose.
They slow. Silvija leans back in Peter's arm, and spreads hers out. Peter holds out his, again, like a dorsal fin.
Gently, she stands. Above each other's heads, they join hands, with their joined arms raised. Like mirror images, they stare at one another, as they orbit one another. For this part, they go slowly...as the music is.
Beneath the surface, a hippo cow crawls under a bull's sets of legs, and lets him settle atop her.
As the music slows more, they back away from one another, circle one another...and curtsey, when the music stops. She takes off down a wharf, again. He follows her. They alternate, with S-shaped moves.
As she nearly runs off the end of each wharf, she skids, spins, and nearly falls into the drink backwards. Peter catches her, and holds her over the water, each time. In the shadows, waiting hippo eyes watch...
In circles, they dance around one another. Her skirt fans out, as she does. Many times, she nearly falls off one of the wharfs. He shoots out one of his webs, and snags her, just as she's about to go over.
She leaps over him several times, doing the splits while doing so. Tiring of this, Peter embraces her from behind, shoots out a web, and balloons into the sky, over the lake.
Below them, hippos stalk. Up here, they continue the "noon" part of the number.
From the balloon, he swings like a pendulum. They join hands. She swings beneath them, a tempting bait for the hippo bulls below.
Below, there's a floating island. Peter severs his link with the balloon, holds Silvija tight, and glides to the center of the island.
Up here, surrounded by hippos, the two of them continue the number. Dancing, he chases her through the many ravines atop this floating mass. She runs, leaps, and spreads her arms, as he catches her. He sets her down, on her feet, and they embrace, staring into another's eyes...
She sweeps her hand over his hair. She runs off, and they continue the number.
Going slowly, they orbit one another. They join hands, and back away from one another, stretching their arms out, like a tether...and reel each other back in, and keep it up.
He climbs atop him. He keeps spinning. She stretches out, getting higher as she goes along. He slows. They pause, in an awkward spot.
All around, the hippos' eyes are surfaced. They all seem confused.
They both stand on one leg, atop separate hippos' heads. They join hands, as the two hippos take them across the lake. He staggers a few times...but somehow, he always relaxes him, just as he's about to fall overboard.
Silvija's exhausted. Peter scoops her up in her arms, and takes her to a berth, sitting alone on the end of a wharf. There, she sets her down, and creeps away. Above, the sun is moving away from the "noon" position.
All around, the hippos swim away, breaching as they go along. The sun's gotten much lower in the sky, since this part of the number began...