And now, an interlude for the audience. Popcorn will be served in the lobby.

The air hangs thick and still in the cool night. No breeze. The rain stopped an hour ago, leaving the streets and sidewalks with a shimmer that is lit by no moon, only streetlights in the quiet city. I lean on my lamppost and pull a slow drag from my cigarette as I watch the headlights of an approaching car climb the hill. Is that her?