RICK: I don’t want Susie to think I’m up to anything wrong. I am on my honeymoon.

CORAL: Wrong?

RICK: But I get excited when I know it’s time to see you again.

CORAL: We like each other.

RICK: But I get excited.

CORAL: Look at the lights. And the cars.

RICK: And maybe she can sense that because then she sulks and gets really moody and won’t talk to me. I make an excuse to get out and then I see you and we go somewhere and all we do is talk.

CORAL: I like to talk.

RICK: Then when I go back she wants to go out and I don’t. I just feel like sitting and drinking. She gets upset and sulks again. I should tell her where I’m going.

CORAL: She’d hate that.

RICK: I don’t understand her. But I’m married to her.

CORAL: You’re on your honeymoon.

RICK: And if I try to make it up to her and be close when I touch her she rips her arm away and goes down to the shops or orders some food. She won’t look at me.

CORAL: Rick, don’t worry about that.

RICK: Then the phone rings and there’s no-one there. I know it’s you and that makes me nervous. I bet she knows!

CORAL: But we’re here on our own.

RICK: And you pass messages to me and when I read them I want to walk away from whatever I’m doing and talk to you straight away. She can tell, I know she can. We won’t talk to each other anymore.

CORAL: Why not?

RICK: It’s the wrong thing to do. I’m on my honeymoon. I’ve known her since school.

CORAL: You can’t stop being with me.

RICK: We’ll pack up and go somewhere else. What if her family found out? How would that look? I don’t understand why I do this. Why do you want to see me?

CORAL: You’re still alive. You’re still alive and talking and laughing.

RICK: I’m just going round the twist, I think. I do things I don’t understand. I have a job I didn’t want. I got married and I can’t remember why. I’m going to buy a house and I can’t remember why. I spend all day waiting to talk to this woman I don’t know. I’m going to end up in a straightjacket. Everything I do is wrong. But I can’t help myself. I just do things and I don’t see why.

CORAL: Come into the dark. Over here. Come over here. Give me your hand.

RICK: I feel like I’m asleep all the time.

CORAL: Come into the shadows. A boy like you…

They disappear into the dark.

RICK: Like in a dream.