Tuesday, October 31st, 10:00pm
Mortimer (and Hillary)
Mortimer sits at the window. Hillary takes the seat beside him.
Mortimer: I used to drive this bus.
Hillary: I beg your pardon?
Mortimer: I was a bus driver. This used to be my bus.
Hillary: That’s nice.
Mortimer: Yes, back in nineteen-seventy-three.
Hillary: I didn’t think the bus was that old.
Mortimer: (smiles) She looks good for her age, doesn’t she?
Hillary: I guess.
Mortimer: A girl died on this bus. Right in the seat across the aisle, as a matter of fact.
Mortimer: Her boyfriend stabbed her seventeen times.
Hillary: That’s awful. Were you driving the bus that day?
Mortimer: I was. It was a horrible thing indeed. In fact it was Hallowe’en night. Forty-four years ago today.
Hillary: (stares over at the second seat on the left) Creepy. You must have nightmares. (turns back to look at him) I …
Mortimer is gone.
Next stop: Wednesday, November 1st, 7:00pm