Let's go through it again.
Why?
Just... well... we don't have much else to do.
So?
So, I'd like to go through it again.
What's the point?
Look, there's no use getting all depressed again.
I'm not depressed, just tired.
You just woke up.
Not tired tired, just tired...
That's why we need to keep ourselves occupied.
Why? Why don't we try just doing nothing for a while?
We tried that and you got depressed. It took a long time for me to bring you back.
Yeah.
So?
OK.
You start.
OK. How long do you think we've been here?
Oh, I couldn't say. There's no night and day, so it's hard to tell. How about you?
I have no idea. A very long time.
Days?
Easily.
Months?
Could be.
So why do you think we're here?
I... I don't want to think about that now. Can we stick to easier stuff?
Sure. Anything to keep you talking. OK. So. What's the last thing you remember before coming here?
I was home. I was typing at the computer. It was late.
And?
Dammit. You know "and".
Yes, but it sounds better when you tell it.
And I could hear my daughter making those little baby noises trying to fall asleep.
See? Even after all this time, you still come up with new ways of putting it.
Yeah. Then I felt a warm glow inside, like this wave of good feelings. It was dark and I opened my eyes.
I remember that. I'd been watching you for a little bit.
You freaked me out.
Heh. Yeah. I'd had more time to get used to everything.
There's no way anyone can get used to this.
Well, I'd stopped panicking. I like to think that I helped you.
You did. You gave me something to focus on. You want to have sex?
Not right now. Maybe later.
OK.
Where do you think we are?
Definitely not heaven. Maybe hell.
Maybe the stomach of...
No, not that. Why are we still alive? Where is all the light coming from? Why aren't we dissolving?
I liked your idea that we're in some sort of space blob.
Yeah. Some sort of bio-blob orbiting a star. We can swallow and breathe this stuff. We don't need to pee or crap. Somehow it still works with our vocal chords so we can talk. It makes me feel like we've been brought here for something.
Like that Waiting for Godot play.
Yeah, but even Beckett seemed to have a point. This... this is just...
Pointless. So why is this stuff pink?
Dunno. Reminds me of Pepto-Bismol.
Or candy floss.
You mean cotton candy?
Hey, don't you start that again.
You were the one who wanted to talk.
True. After all this time you still can't tell when I'm pulling your leg.
In all this, I'm really thankful for two things.
Really? This is new! Rather exciting actually.
Well, first, I'm really glad that you speak English.
Oh lord yes! That would be dreadful. Challenging, but dreadful. So what's the second?
That you're female.
Ah. Yes. I can see that. I can see why you'd appreciate that.
Want to have sex?
Maybe later.
Pakeha