Monday, December 25th, 3:00am
Cass (and Mortimer)
Cass sits at the window, second seat on the left. Mortimer takes the seat at the window, second seat on the right.
Cass: Oh God, not you again.
Mortimer: Who else would show up today?
Cass: Haven’t I been through enough without you pestering me again and again about how I shouldn’t have gone out with that guy?
Mortimer: The one who stabbed you seventeen times to death?
Cass: (rolls eyes) Don’t remind me.
Mortimer: You think you’ve got it bad. I died of a heart attack on this very… you’re mocking me.
Cass: (ceasing to mime his words) As if I hadn’t heard it all before. Do you have any idea what it’s like to get haunted by a senile ghost every Christmas?
Mortimer: And do you have any idea what it’s like for me to have to come back every Hallowe’en and relive your murder?
Cass: (snorts and looks at his reflection in the window. Speaks sarcastically) Oh look. There’s Scrooge.
Mortimer: (mumbles) Humbug.
Next stop: Tuesday, December 26th, 10:00am