Note: Strong language
Friday, January 19th, 22:00
Willhelm (and Kyra)
Willhelm sits at the window. Kyra takes the seat beside him.
Willhelm: Hi.
Kyra: Hello.
Willhelm: Do you have ze time?
Kyra: (pulls cell phone out of her pocket) It’s ten.
Willhelm: Twenty-two hundred hours. And counting.
Kyra: Counting to what?
Willhelm: Zee end of ze world, of course.
Kyra: And what time’s this supposed to happen?
Willhelm: At 22:22, unless I stop it.
Kyra: So, wait. So, you’re taking a city bus to get to where ever you need to go to save the world from destruction?
Willhelm: (nods) Ja.
Kyra: (sits forward, agitated) Is the bus going to, like, fuckin’ make it there on time?
Willhelm: (nods) Ja.
Kyra: (huffs) Well thank Christ for that.
Next stop: Saturday, January 20th, 11:58pm