The stage is cast with a dim, bluish light like the bottom of the ocean. In the center is a yellow spotlight as though the arms of the sun are reaching down into the depths of the sea. Tabitha and Echo enter the stage, Tabitha from the left and Echo from the right.

Tabitha: (stepping into the spotlight) How early it is for the sun to be shining.

Echo: (stepping in front of Tabitha with a decisive regality in her movements) Or perhaps it isn't the sun at all.

Tabitha: (gently stepping to the front again) But what else could it be, my dear sister?

Echo: (giving Tabitha a shove so that she has the spotlight to herself) Perhaps we are merely fish in a bowl, my darling. Perhaps a switch has been flipped and a lamp now lights our dim and circular lives. Perhaps we shall never know, for our brains have grown too shriveled and waterlogged to figure on such strange perspectives.

Tabitha: (frowning, stepping in front once more) Or perhaps, dear one, it is only the sun and you have spent too long caught up in the nets of dreams.

Echo: (Elbowing her sister out of the way) But perhaps, love, perhaps we are only little sprouts born from the fervent love of young flowers in the soil, our glowing mother reaching down to help us to our tottering, fragile feet with the nurturing petals of her hands.

Tabitha: (Twirling ahead of Echo) Why, sister, what strange ideas you have.

Echo: (Shoving her away, a bit violently) And what mundane ones you possess.

Tabitha: (Takes out a knife and stabs her in the back of her neck and where did she get a knife i dont friggin know but you know what screw this WRITING thing Bob i give up i spent all the money you guys gave me to write this ok and im living in my moms basement again and it sucks so hard man i just want to stop and get a normal job goddammit dont you realize everything ive ever written for your stupid theater was just bullshit i pulled out of my ass? seriously none of this means anything and my girlfriend broke up with me yesterday because im so poor i have TWO PAIRS of underwear bob TWO thats it! who gives a shit if theyre birds or planes or friggin ufos i have to HAND WASH THEM in the SINK because my mom wont let me use the washing machine any more after i put that red shirt you gave me for my birthday in with my dads linen white button downs i hate you bob. whats the point of that stupid ass play up there? you can bullshit yourself all you want but in the end reality prevails. i just turned in an application for a job at the grocery store. bye bob.)