Red sits at the window. Phil takes the seat beside her: he is out of breath.
Red: Are you okay?
Phil: Yeah. I almost missed the damned bus. (does a double take) … I mean, the darned bus.
Red: I wish I had. I’m really starting to hate taking the bus. I used to have a car to go to my grandma’s house. But since it broke down, I’m having to deliver the goodies (holds up basket) by bus and by foot. Yesterday I almost got eaten!
Phil:(stares) You hate the bus too … Wait, did you say eaten?
Red: Yeah. A guy came out of the bushes and tried to bite my neck. He was wearing all this glittery stuff. Kept calling me Bell-something. I might not even be here if some crazy brunette hadn’t shown up and chased him away with a pointy stick.
Phil: That doesn’t sound very safe. What do you say to getting off the bus with me? I’m just going to get my car from the shop. I can drive you to your grandma’s house.
Red:(sighs in relief and grins widely) Oh, could you?
Phil: I’d drive you there every night …
Red takes his hand. They get off the bus together.
Wednesday, April 18th, 8:00pm
Mr. Splindle and Edward
Mr. Splindle: So what were you doing before, Edward?
Edward: I worked for a man … er … I was an apprentice of sorts.
Mr. Splindle: That idea died, did it?
Edward: It dyed the wrong colour completely.
Mr. Splindle: And what do you like to do for fun?
Edward: Do you mean what are my hobbies?
Mr. Splindle: No! No, not at all. This isn’t an interview, son! It’s what you might call a recruitment! No, I just want to know what sorts of things might be distracting you from our little venture.
Edward: Well, I like to look at girls.
Mr. Splindle: So you like pussy, eh son? A man after my own heart.
Edward:(frowning) That’s not what I said.
Mr. Splindle: What are you talking about then, lad?
Edward: I like to look at girls, not cats.
Mr. Splindle regards him for a moment.
Edward: And I don’t like dogs.
Mr. Splindle:(pats him on the knee and smiles) Son, the cats we’re going to see tonight’ll have you howling like a dog at the moon.