MARC: I’m in high school still.
CYNTHIA: So?
MARC: So, nothing is going to happen. Ever. We’ve been through this before.
CYNTHIA: I love you.
MARC: I know.
CYNTHIA: I love you so much.
MARC: I know.
CYNTHIA: I’ll stop.
MARC: I know.
CYNTHIA: I’ll show you how much I love you by stopping.
MARC: I know.
CYNTHIA: Marc?
MARC: Yes?
CYNTHIA: Can we go on one more ride?
(Pause)
MARC: I—
CYNTHIA: Please. Just once. I promise.
(Pause)
MARC: Yes.
(They both sit back in the chair as Marc pulls the baseball bat across their laps, gently.)
CYNTHIA: Hold on tight. You don’t want to fall out.
(They stare out, frozen.)
Blackout.