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.
Drew sits at the window. Sean takes the seat beside him.
Drew: Have you ever wondered at the delicacy of the connection we have with society on the world wide web?
Sean: No.
Drew: Think about it. We’ve become so reliant on this service, this technology. And yet it is what it is: a web. Strong and yet so precarious. We stomp along the spokes, hopping around what is essentially the world, and yet what if it should break?
Sean: Snail mail?
Drew: Indeed. You’re very smart, young man. Where do you get all that intellectual prowess from?
Sean:(shrugs) I saw a street address on the back of a cereal box once, for people who don’t have the internet.
lindaghill.com 