Tiffany: My God, I’m like, so glad school’s over, you know?
Vera: I know! Did you hear about Professor Plum? He was all over Scarlet.
Tiffany: No way!
Vera:(nods exaggeratedly and pops gum) Uh huh. I heard they were in the cafeteria? And she was, like, tied to one of the tables with a rope and he was covering her in mustard.
Tiffany: Ew!! Isn’t he, like, married to Mrs. Peacock?
Vera: Pfft. Yeah, but he’s been screwing around with Mrs. White for years. And you know what else I heard?
Tiffany: What?
Vera: Lissy told me Casper caught him in kitchen … with Mr. Green!
Wednesday, June 27th, 7:00pm
Rupert (and the rest of the passengers on the bus)
Rupert sits alone by the window. He stands and addresses the other passengers.
Rupert: And in closing, I’d like to thank my director, my producer, my mother, and all you little people who volunteered your time to further my cause. I can promise you all that the end of the world by means of worm infestation is no longer an issue, and you may all go on with your lives knowing that I, Rupert, have done my utmost to ensure your continued safety against zombies and aliens alike. A light dinner will be served in the cargo hold of this bus at 7:30pm. Thank you again, and good night.
The rest of the passengers on the bus applaud politely.
Sean sits at the window. Drommen takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: Where’s Jessica?
Sean: I don’t know who you’re talking about.
Drommen: Okay Hillary. Whatever you call her, where is she?
Sean: I don’t know.
Drommen: (grabs Sean by the collar) Look, asshole, if you fuck her up I’m …
Sean:(smiles) Gonna what, show me your dick? You should be in jail.
Drommen:(releases him) You’re one to talk. What have you been giving her?
Sean: Drugs. Whatever. She’s better off with me than she is with you. You just make her miserable. At least I show her a good time.
Drommen: She was so messed up yesterday, she couldn’t see straight. Stay out of her life. Because if I find out you’ve hurt her or allowed her to hurt herself, you’re going to wind up hurt.
Sean: It’s you she’s killing herself for, man.
Drommen: She needs help. If you care about her at all you’ll get her some.
Sean: What, like you helped her?
Drommen:(grabs him again and thinks about it for a moment, then lets go) You’re not worth it.
Kyra sits at the window. Sean takes the seat beside her.
Kyra: Oh God, not you again.
Sean: Yep. Me again.
Kyra: Well at least I won’t have to worry about seeing you for a while. I’m flying down to see my gramma in Florida.
Sean: Hope you’re in good shape.
Kyra: What for?
Sean: Ever been on a plane before?
Kyra: Nope. First time.
Sean: ‘Coz you’ve gotta flap your arms or the plane won’t take off.
Kyra: Bullshit.
Sean: Seriously. If everyone doesn’t flap their arms, the plane won’t leave the ground. All part of cost cutting and energy environmental crap. It was on the news.
Kyra stares at him.
Sean: Ask anyone.
Kyra turns away, squeezing her arm muscles discretely as she looks out the window.