Scene 2
(Blinding light fades)
(One hour or so later)
(Both men lay in their makeshift cots, quietly)
M: You ok?
T: Who did this? Is there more? Wish we had a radio, the wifi on m phone isn't working.
M: Don't know. This is unreal.
T: Is this an attack?
M: I guess so.
T: Why?
M: Dunno
T: You're shaking. I got some pot. May relax us, they seem to have forgotten us here. Let's try to relax. What do you do? I'm a backup singer for Madonna and Duran Duran.
M: Just a banker, well IT guy at a bank.
T: What can we do to get our mind off this?
M: Why don't you show me some singing?
T: I could use my iPhone for that but is have to sing over it.
M: As if I'd mind.
T: Any requests?
M: You choose.
T: Hmmm. Ok. I'll surprise you.
(T gets his iPhone ready, starts playing LA ISLA BONITA, involves M as much as he can).
M: Wow, you're good!
T: Ahh, come on...really?
M: Really
T: Thanks...
(Interrupted by sirens, outside screaming, etc.)
T and M: Oh my god! They're falling! What the fuck is this?
(Whiteout)
(Both return to their cots, stunned)
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