A community hospital, just outside of New York City. Michael and Kathleen, patients in their 30's, are wandering the hallway in the middle of the night. Neither are paying very much attention. They collide.
KATHLEEN: Fuck. (beat) Watch where you’re going, jerk. MICHAEL: I’m sorry. KATHLEEN: Whatever. Just get off me. MICHAEL: I’m trying. I think we’re stuck. KATHLEEN: Ouch! What the hell are you doing? MICHAEL: I think my i.d. bracelet is caught in your hair. KATHLEEN:Well, get it out! MICHAEL: Trying to...maybe if you would stop squirming...(beat) Just stand fucking still for a second. KATHLEEN: Gown, Gown, GOWN! MICHAEL: Almost got it. KATHLEEN: No, I got it...
Kathleen tugs hard, and they come undone. A beat.
KATHLEEN: So...bye. MICHAEL: Wait...maybe we can...bump into each other again sometime? KATHLEEN: I don’t think so. MICHAEL: Would you at least tell me your name? KATHLEEN: Introductions would be so trivial at this point. MICHAEL: Would it make a difference if I told you I was dying? KATHLEEN: Aren’t we all?