Scene Description: Some time has passed. The woman is now lying on the floor, bouncing her feet and playing with her hair. The man has not moved from his "corner."

(The woman starts to hum or whistle a tune. She's blatantly attempting to irritate the man more than anything else.)

Woman: So... I've been thinking. Because there aren't any vents or lights here, then maybe we are dead. (Sitting up) Because I remember what you said a while ago, and it makes perfect sense. We shouldn't be alive right now. So yea, that's it. We're dead. Yep, we're dead as doorknobs. Dead as a rotten sack of potatoes. Dead, dead, dead.

(The lights alternate.)

Man: I'm not dead. I'm still breathing and I can still feel my heart beating. If I were dead, I think I'd know about it.

(The lights alternate.)

Woman: Of course we're dead. You just said before that you didn't know anything, so why should I believe now that you know what you're talking about? If you ask me, I say this place must be some type of a heaven. (She looks scornfully over to the man.) Though I wouldn't be surprised if this were hell.

(The light alternate, but this time the man's light is very dim. From here-on, each time a character talks, their light will grow brighter until they reach full brightness.)

Man: (Quietly) I know I'm not dead.

Woman: (Laughing) That's funny.

Man: What?

Woman: That thing you do.

Man: What thing?

Woman: Where you always have to be right. It's cute.

Man: Of course I'm right. What do you know?

Woman: I know plenty. I know you're scared.

Man: Scared of what?

Woman: (Standing up) That you're wrong.

Man: I'm not wrong!

Woman: It kills you, doesn't it? I can see how torn apart you are because you can't figure out where we are.

Man: Listen, I graduated at the top of my class with a master in engineering. I know that whoever made this room is very good at hiding things. But just wait, I'll figure this out. I'm better than he is.

Woman: Sure, Superman. What are you planning to do? Are you gonna blast through the walls with that degree of yours?

Man: I suppose you think you have all the answers, then, don't you.

Woman: Nope. I never went to college. I have no problem admitting I'm wrong, either.

Man: (Standing up) I told you, I'm not wrong. I'm not wrong about anything! (Pointing in her face) You tell me I'm wrong one more time and I'll... I'll--

Woman: You'll what? You'll scream at me some more?

(The man breathes heavily and glares.)

Woman: What are you gonna do, huh? You gonna hit me? Well hit me, big man! HIT ME!

(The man is apparently hesitant.)

Woman: Come on, hit me!

(The man breaks and swings his hand into her face. The lights cut at contact. The woman falls to the floor.)

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