ISOtopes: a Play in one act
by S.C. Stowe
CHARACTER LIST
Juniper
30’s-50’s. She/Her. Emits self-conscious energy, cloaked in perpetual disappointment.
Gus
20’s-30’s. He/Him. Athletic build. Easy smile. His mom raised him right.
Dylan
30’s-50’s. They/Them. Enjoys complications.
Setting: A 24-hour “Gas and Sip” service station (and bus stop) located in rural, western
Massachusetts.
Juniper
30’s-50’s. She/Her. Emits self-conscious energy, cloaked in perpetual disappointment.
Gus
20’s-30’s. He/Him. Athletic build. Easy smile. His mom raised him right.
Dylan
30’s-50’s. They/Them. Enjoys complications.
Setting: A 24-hour “Gas and Sip” service station (and bus stop) located in rural, western
Massachusetts.
In darkness, the squeal and pinch of AIR BRAKES and then…
An ENGINE rumbles into acceleration and fades into the distance.
A flickering “GAS and SIP” sign illuminates the outline of a woman, JUNIPER, early 30’s, puffer vest, vibrant pink streaked hair, overstuffed weekend bag, at her feet. She holds her phone out, up, and over - searching for a signal, squints at the screen. Jabs and swipes.
The “station’s” door swings open with a JINGLE, and GUS, enters. He’s pulling a travel suitcase with one hand and is takes a rattling draw through the straw of a very large soda cup.
Juniper clocks Gus’ approach. Gus offloads a bulky duffle from his shoulder onto the bench beside her, the handles of two worn baseball bats poking out and visible.
He takes another deep, rattling pull from the soda straw. Juniper looks up.
GUS
(Shrugs. Sheepish.)
Thirsty.
(Juniper back to her phone, adjusts an ear bud.)
We’re a little early.
JUNIPER
…What?
GUS
Next one’s not for a while. We’re early.
JUNIPER
Oh, I’m not waiting. I just got off the last one.
GUS
The last bus –
JUNIPER
Yeah.
GUS
…came through already?
JUNIPER
15 minutes ago. Like, 10 people got off.
(Juniper looks back into the Gas & Sip.)
Kinda’ hard to miss.
GUS
Prolly’ in the bathroom. (Rattles the soda cup.) Weird sayings. Right?
Not for “a while” and, “ago”.
(A beat.)
What’s the difference?
JUNIPER
“A while” implies a longer length of time. “Ago” is shorter.
GUS
(Nods, sips.)
So. Where are they?
JUNIPER / GUS
…they all got…picked up (wary…) Yeah. / A while…ago?
GUS
I meant…whoever’s coming for you.
JUNIPER
Oh. On their way. Any minute.
The station door JINGLES, and DYLAN, 30’s, wearing a bright
green “Gas & Sip” apron, shuffles out, carrying a broom, and
dragging a half-filled trash bag, enters.
DYLAN
‘Sup.
GUS
Hey.
JUNIPER
Hi. Uh-, excuse/me
DYLAN
‘Sup.
JUNIPER
What time do you close? Tonight.
DYLAN
(Points to a flair button on his apron.)
So, this is a 24-Hour “Gas and Sip”. Not to be confused with the lowly 12-hour “Gas and
Go”, on the other side of town.
GUS
There’s another side of town?
DYLAN / GUS cont'd.
We never close. Not even on Christmas. / (proudly, to Juniper) People always need gas.
GUS
And … “sips”.
DYLAN
You look like a Boston.
JUPITER
What?
DYLAN
Sort of…preppy. Yeah. You from Boston?
JUNIPER
No.
GUS
Hey, my guy. You come out here for a reason?
DYLAN
You lookin’ to give me/one?
JUNIPER
Hey. Is there, like, maybe a cell tower down. Or something?
DYLAN
Signal’s crap ‘round here. You’ll have better luck inside.
Back by the snack rack.
JUNIPER
Sorry, the-?
DYLAN / GUS
- back by the/chips and snacks display / - the/chips and shit.
(Dylan and Gus look at each other. Jinxes.)
DYLAN
(Big, weird smile. He’s got it.)
Philadelphia.
JUNIPER
Um…yeah.
GUS
Really?
(Juniper nods, weirded out).
DYLAN
Cheesesteaks. (he points at her) What’re you doing in Sturbridge?
GUS
That’s…probably none of your business.
DYLAN
See. No. It is, actually, my business. Page three, paragraph four of the “G&S” best practices
handbook. “Make ALL guests feel welcome”.
(Points to another button, “You’re Welcome”)
“You’re. Welcome.”
GUS
(to Juniper.)
You feel welcome?
DYLAN
I bet you’re headed to that school. The artists’ collective, retreat thingy. Right?
JUNIPER / DYLAN
Yeah. Yes. / Knew it. So like, what’s your jam?
My..."jam?" / Yeah. Like, ceramics, painting?
JUNIPER
I don’t. I mean, I’m not…I know the owner, Helen/
DYLAN
The “Hole”!
GUS
- Dude, what the actual fu-?
JUNIPER / DYLAN
- no, it’s the name of the studio. / - the actual what?
It’s a hot shop - / - the Glory Hole, genius-blown glass -
- as in glass blowing, / and also, the Netflix series,
You’ve seen it? / It’s a cultural phenomenon -
…yeah… / totally binged that shit
it’s popular… / - in one sitting.
Right. / Damn.
So…
DYLAN
You know Helen? You’re like, friends.
JUNIPER
Yeah.
DYLAN
She’s like,…famous.
GUS
You’re an artist? That’s cool.
JUNIPER
No. Well. I was. I mean. I went to school for it. It’s not what I do, now.
DYLAN
They got this “blow your own Christmas ornament” experience, thing. Took my little brother last year.
(Dylan points to Gus’ soda)
Done with that yet?
(Gus takes another rattling slurp. Dylan ties up the trash bag.)
Tell Helen that Dylan, that’s me, at the Sip’s, will hook her up with a complimentary chips
and queso. Next time she stops by.
JUNIPER
…chips and -?
DYLAN
Queso. Or a corndog. What every she’s into.
(to Gus)
Thanks for visiting Gas and Sip. Have a great trip.
(Dylan exits, dumping the trash bag with a flourish on the way out.)
GUS
You’re not actually gonna’ tell Helen -
JUNIPER
Never. Definitely not. No.
(They laugh, newly bonded)
JUNIPER
What’s with all the stuff?
GUS
Stuff?
(Juniper points to the bats/the bag)
Oh. I’m headed south. Florida. Spring training.
JUNIPER
Seriously? What team?
GUS
The Isotopes. Albuquerque?
(Juniper shakes her head…)
GUS
They used to be the Calgary Cannons, but they got sold and moved so the owners held this
big, “name-a team” contest. It’s from a Simpsons episode. I think, it’s also, supposed to be,
like, you know, inspired by the whole New Mexico connection to the Trinity Site?
Something like that.
JUNIPER
I don’t really follow sports.
GUS
Oh.
JUNIPER
- I thought you were going to say you played for, like, a real team, like the Dodgers.
(Gus, sips from his drink, mildly stung.)
GUS / JUNIPER
My sister’s got hair like that - / Yeah…?
She’s twelve / Okay.
And sort of preppy. / (touché) Good one.
GUS
(poking)
Hey. You sure your ride’s still coming?
JUNIPER
Hey. You sure yours is?
(Gus grins. Juniper’s phone rings.)
JUNIPER
- shit…hello - Helen? Hey - hello…? Hello!? Agh!
(A second later, a text chime. Juniper reads…)
GUS
You really friends with this Helen person?
JUNIPER
Define friends.
(Juniper tucks her hands under her armpits.)
Freshmen roommates. Even then, being in the same room with her was like…standing next
to the sun. Just without all of your skin melting off. You ever know somebody like that?
GUS
Sure.
JUNIPER
Everyone, always. Turned into her light. And she was…nice. So that was a lot of fun.
Anyway, she drops out, buys some weird farm. In Massachusetts…and announces that she’s
starting some… “artist’s residence.”
GUS
And now she’s got a Netflix series.
(A beat.)
JUNIPER
I’m happy for her. I am. I just wish it didn’t make me feel so…you know.
Fuck. It’s freezing.
(Gus reaches into his bag and pulls out a pair of neon orange batting gloves. He holds them out to Juniper. She waves them off. )
GUS
Just…until the sun shows up.
(Juniper puts them on. They’re cartoony. They both laugh.)
Listen. I was, sort of a jerk. Earlier. I’m nervous. Not an excuse.
I’ve been trying to make this, you know, happen for a while. If I mess it up/ I’m going to -
JUNIPER
Hey. Don’t do that. Don’t -
GUS
- end up in some shithole/dead-end
JUNIPER / GUS
Stop! Seriously. / I’m sorry.
Okay. / I actually like your hair. (A moment.) I’m Gus. But my friends call me Rocket.
JUNIPER
Juniper. But my friends call me Juniper.
GUS
Pretty.
JUNIPER
Thanks. (They shake hands) I’m not into dudes.
GUS
That’s cool. I don’t have a sister.
(Gus smiles. Juniper laughs.)
Only child.
JUNIPER
I think this…what you’re doing is brave.
GUS
Well, I mean. What’s the worst that can happen? Failure, rejection/ regret -
JUNIPER
I’m serious.
GUS
I sort of feel like, it’s now or never. And never, feels like it’d be a whole lot worse in the end.
(A beat.)
JUNIPER
When we were 18, I told her she was a talentless imposter who just used her looks to get ahead.
GUS
Ouch.
JUNIPER
Yeah. And look what all my ethical superiority’s gotten me. Freezing, at some random bus
stop, because I still don’t make enough money to buy even a crappy, used car/
GUS
- well, the used car market is crazy right now/
JUNIPER
- to drive my grown-ass self, to a weekend reunion, hosted by none other than the beautiful
and accomplished Helen, of recent Netflix fame, and fortune, who will – most definitely, not
even once try to remind me of my insufferable, 18-year-old self/
GUS
Because she’s classy like that-
JUNIPER
Exactly/even though I also told her, when we were 18, that she’d end up a broke, pseudo
artist-wannabe, with weird hair. And yeah. I really said that.
GUS
So, why did you come…
JUNIPER
To apologize. It’s now or never.
(a truth.)
You’re brave.
GUS
Nah. I’m just trying to play some baseball.
JUNIPER
You could make the majors.
GUS
Such a longshot.
JUNIPER
- but it could happen. It has happened, Aaron Judge, Degrom -/
GUS
I thought you said you didn’t know anything about sports.
JUNIPER
I said, “I don’t follow” sports. Different. You’re really doing it. Standing here. Ready to take the next bus. Make your life, happen.
GUS
You could take the next bus too.
JUNIPER
Zero interest in going to Florida -
GUS / JUNIPER
I didn’t mean the literal next bus ride - / Right. Of course. I know. “Never too late to be what you coulda’ been…blah, blah…blah…
GUS
Well, why not.
(Juniper and Gus, a moment, and then…A CAR HORN. They both
look over towards “Helen.”)
GUS
Is that Helen?
(Juniper nods, visibly panicked)
It’s kinda’ dark. But I’m calling a solid 7.
JUNIPER
Liar.
GUS
Fine. An 8. But I’m being super generous. Nice too.
JUNIPER
Fucking SO nice.
(CAR HORN again.)
JUNIPER
Hey. So… good luck in Florida. Spring Training. With everything. With the -
GUS
Isotopes -
JUNIPER
Right/Isotopes - I’m going to follow them now.
JUNIPER
(she looks at Gus for the first time, fully)
I gotta’ feeling about this. Like, in my bones. You’re gonna’ be great. It’s going to be okay.
(Gus smiles. He might even believe her.
CAR HORN beeps a 3rd time.)
JUNIPER
You believe this bitch? (Gus laughs. Juniper shoulders her bag, hands the gloves to Gus.)
JUNIPER
Now or never, Rocket.
GUS
Now or never, Juniper.
(Juniper exits. A CAR ENGINE revs and accelerates into the distance. A beat later the door JINGLES, and Dylan enters, puffer vest over his apron. He’s snacking from a bag of corn nuts.)
DYLAN
Well, that took long enough.
(Gus nods, but his expression is a mix of sadness and pride.)
So, I mopped out both bathrooms, but the chili dog station is all you tonight. (corn nut) And, my guy, you’re gonna’ need to put your arm into it. That cheese and bean shit, it’s like epoxied all over the counter. It’s pretty tragic, brah’.
GUS
Chili dog station. Got it.
DYLAN
I’m out, playah. Corn nut?
(Gus shakes his head.)
See you tomorrow ‘round 2.
GUS
‘Night.
DYLAN
‘Night. Oh, and hey, hey. Rocket man. Look alive!
(Dylan fires a balled-up, Gas and Sip apron straight at Gus, who
catches it, clumsily, the “GUS” nametag flashing, visible)
Curve ball!
Dylan exits, car keys jingling.
Gus takes a last sip, tosses the soda into the trash. He shoulders the sports duffle and exits into the Gas and Sip, pulling the travel suitcase slowly behind him.
The door JINGLES.
BLACKOUT.
An ENGINE rumbles into acceleration and fades into the distance.
A flickering “GAS and SIP” sign illuminates the outline of a woman, JUNIPER, early 30’s, puffer vest, vibrant pink streaked hair, overstuffed weekend bag, at her feet. She holds her phone out, up, and over - searching for a signal, squints at the screen. Jabs and swipes.
The “station’s” door swings open with a JINGLE, and GUS, enters. He’s pulling a travel suitcase with one hand and is takes a rattling draw through the straw of a very large soda cup.
Juniper clocks Gus’ approach. Gus offloads a bulky duffle from his shoulder onto the bench beside her, the handles of two worn baseball bats poking out and visible.
He takes another deep, rattling pull from the soda straw. Juniper looks up.
GUS
(Shrugs. Sheepish.)
Thirsty.
(Juniper back to her phone, adjusts an ear bud.)
We’re a little early.
JUNIPER
…What?
GUS
Next one’s not for a while. We’re early.
JUNIPER
Oh, I’m not waiting. I just got off the last one.
GUS
The last bus –
JUNIPER
Yeah.
GUS
…came through already?
JUNIPER
15 minutes ago. Like, 10 people got off.
(Juniper looks back into the Gas & Sip.)
Kinda’ hard to miss.
GUS
Prolly’ in the bathroom. (Rattles the soda cup.) Weird sayings. Right?
Not for “a while” and, “ago”.
(A beat.)
What’s the difference?
JUNIPER
“A while” implies a longer length of time. “Ago” is shorter.
GUS
(Nods, sips.)
So. Where are they?
JUNIPER / GUS
…they all got…picked up (wary…) Yeah. / A while…ago?
GUS
I meant…whoever’s coming for you.
JUNIPER
Oh. On their way. Any minute.
The station door JINGLES, and DYLAN, 30’s, wearing a bright
green “Gas & Sip” apron, shuffles out, carrying a broom, and
dragging a half-filled trash bag, enters.
DYLAN
‘Sup.
GUS
Hey.
JUNIPER
Hi. Uh-, excuse/me
DYLAN
‘Sup.
JUNIPER
What time do you close? Tonight.
DYLAN
(Points to a flair button on his apron.)
So, this is a 24-Hour “Gas and Sip”. Not to be confused with the lowly 12-hour “Gas and
Go”, on the other side of town.
GUS
There’s another side of town?
DYLAN / GUS cont'd.
We never close. Not even on Christmas. / (proudly, to Juniper) People always need gas.
GUS
And … “sips”.
DYLAN
You look like a Boston.
JUPITER
What?
DYLAN
Sort of…preppy. Yeah. You from Boston?
JUNIPER
No.
GUS
Hey, my guy. You come out here for a reason?
DYLAN
You lookin’ to give me/one?
JUNIPER
Hey. Is there, like, maybe a cell tower down. Or something?
DYLAN
Signal’s crap ‘round here. You’ll have better luck inside.
Back by the snack rack.
JUNIPER
Sorry, the-?
DYLAN / GUS
- back by the/chips and snacks display / - the/chips and shit.
(Dylan and Gus look at each other. Jinxes.)
DYLAN
(Big, weird smile. He’s got it.)
Philadelphia.
JUNIPER
Um…yeah.
GUS
Really?
(Juniper nods, weirded out).
DYLAN
Cheesesteaks. (he points at her) What’re you doing in Sturbridge?
GUS
That’s…probably none of your business.
DYLAN
See. No. It is, actually, my business. Page three, paragraph four of the “G&S” best practices
handbook. “Make ALL guests feel welcome”.
(Points to another button, “You’re Welcome”)
“You’re. Welcome.”
GUS
(to Juniper.)
You feel welcome?
DYLAN
I bet you’re headed to that school. The artists’ collective, retreat thingy. Right?
JUNIPER / DYLAN
Yeah. Yes. / Knew it. So like, what’s your jam?
My..."jam?" / Yeah. Like, ceramics, painting?
JUNIPER
I don’t. I mean, I’m not…I know the owner, Helen/
DYLAN
The “Hole”!
GUS
- Dude, what the actual fu-?
JUNIPER / DYLAN
- no, it’s the name of the studio. / - the actual what?
It’s a hot shop - / - the Glory Hole, genius-blown glass -
- as in glass blowing, / and also, the Netflix series,
You’ve seen it? / It’s a cultural phenomenon -
…yeah… / totally binged that shit
it’s popular… / - in one sitting.
Right. / Damn.
So…
DYLAN
You know Helen? You’re like, friends.
JUNIPER
Yeah.
DYLAN
She’s like,…famous.
GUS
You’re an artist? That’s cool.
JUNIPER
No. Well. I was. I mean. I went to school for it. It’s not what I do, now.
DYLAN
They got this “blow your own Christmas ornament” experience, thing. Took my little brother last year.
(Dylan points to Gus’ soda)
Done with that yet?
(Gus takes another rattling slurp. Dylan ties up the trash bag.)
Tell Helen that Dylan, that’s me, at the Sip’s, will hook her up with a complimentary chips
and queso. Next time she stops by.
JUNIPER
…chips and -?
DYLAN
Queso. Or a corndog. What every she’s into.
(to Gus)
Thanks for visiting Gas and Sip. Have a great trip.
(Dylan exits, dumping the trash bag with a flourish on the way out.)
GUS
You’re not actually gonna’ tell Helen -
JUNIPER
Never. Definitely not. No.
(They laugh, newly bonded)
JUNIPER
What’s with all the stuff?
GUS
Stuff?
(Juniper points to the bats/the bag)
Oh. I’m headed south. Florida. Spring training.
JUNIPER
Seriously? What team?
GUS
The Isotopes. Albuquerque?
(Juniper shakes her head…)
GUS
They used to be the Calgary Cannons, but they got sold and moved so the owners held this
big, “name-a team” contest. It’s from a Simpsons episode. I think, it’s also, supposed to be,
like, you know, inspired by the whole New Mexico connection to the Trinity Site?
Something like that.
JUNIPER
I don’t really follow sports.
GUS
Oh.
JUNIPER
- I thought you were going to say you played for, like, a real team, like the Dodgers.
(Gus, sips from his drink, mildly stung.)
GUS / JUNIPER
My sister’s got hair like that - / Yeah…?
She’s twelve / Okay.
And sort of preppy. / (touché) Good one.
GUS
(poking)
Hey. You sure your ride’s still coming?
JUNIPER
Hey. You sure yours is?
(Gus grins. Juniper’s phone rings.)
JUNIPER
- shit…hello - Helen? Hey - hello…? Hello!? Agh!
(A second later, a text chime. Juniper reads…)
GUS
You really friends with this Helen person?
JUNIPER
Define friends.
(Juniper tucks her hands under her armpits.)
Freshmen roommates. Even then, being in the same room with her was like…standing next
to the sun. Just without all of your skin melting off. You ever know somebody like that?
GUS
Sure.
JUNIPER
Everyone, always. Turned into her light. And she was…nice. So that was a lot of fun.
Anyway, she drops out, buys some weird farm. In Massachusetts…and announces that she’s
starting some… “artist’s residence.”
GUS
And now she’s got a Netflix series.
(A beat.)
JUNIPER
I’m happy for her. I am. I just wish it didn’t make me feel so…you know.
Fuck. It’s freezing.
(Gus reaches into his bag and pulls out a pair of neon orange batting gloves. He holds them out to Juniper. She waves them off. )
GUS
Just…until the sun shows up.
(Juniper puts them on. They’re cartoony. They both laugh.)
Listen. I was, sort of a jerk. Earlier. I’m nervous. Not an excuse.
I’ve been trying to make this, you know, happen for a while. If I mess it up/ I’m going to -
JUNIPER
Hey. Don’t do that. Don’t -
GUS
- end up in some shithole/dead-end
JUNIPER / GUS
Stop! Seriously. / I’m sorry.
Okay. / I actually like your hair. (A moment.) I’m Gus. But my friends call me Rocket.
JUNIPER
Juniper. But my friends call me Juniper.
GUS
Pretty.
JUNIPER
Thanks. (They shake hands) I’m not into dudes.
GUS
That’s cool. I don’t have a sister.
(Gus smiles. Juniper laughs.)
Only child.
JUNIPER
I think this…what you’re doing is brave.
GUS
Well, I mean. What’s the worst that can happen? Failure, rejection/ regret -
JUNIPER
I’m serious.
GUS
I sort of feel like, it’s now or never. And never, feels like it’d be a whole lot worse in the end.
(A beat.)
JUNIPER
When we were 18, I told her she was a talentless imposter who just used her looks to get ahead.
GUS
Ouch.
JUNIPER
Yeah. And look what all my ethical superiority’s gotten me. Freezing, at some random bus
stop, because I still don’t make enough money to buy even a crappy, used car/
GUS
- well, the used car market is crazy right now/
JUNIPER
- to drive my grown-ass self, to a weekend reunion, hosted by none other than the beautiful
and accomplished Helen, of recent Netflix fame, and fortune, who will – most definitely, not
even once try to remind me of my insufferable, 18-year-old self/
GUS
Because she’s classy like that-
JUNIPER
Exactly/even though I also told her, when we were 18, that she’d end up a broke, pseudo
artist-wannabe, with weird hair. And yeah. I really said that.
GUS
So, why did you come…
JUNIPER
To apologize. It’s now or never.
(a truth.)
You’re brave.
GUS
Nah. I’m just trying to play some baseball.
JUNIPER
You could make the majors.
GUS
Such a longshot.
JUNIPER
- but it could happen. It has happened, Aaron Judge, Degrom -/
GUS
I thought you said you didn’t know anything about sports.
JUNIPER
I said, “I don’t follow” sports. Different. You’re really doing it. Standing here. Ready to take the next bus. Make your life, happen.
GUS
You could take the next bus too.
JUNIPER
Zero interest in going to Florida -
GUS / JUNIPER
I didn’t mean the literal next bus ride - / Right. Of course. I know. “Never too late to be what you coulda’ been…blah, blah…blah…
GUS
Well, why not.
(Juniper and Gus, a moment, and then…A CAR HORN. They both
look over towards “Helen.”)
GUS
Is that Helen?
(Juniper nods, visibly panicked)
It’s kinda’ dark. But I’m calling a solid 7.
JUNIPER
Liar.
GUS
Fine. An 8. But I’m being super generous. Nice too.
JUNIPER
Fucking SO nice.
(CAR HORN again.)
JUNIPER
Hey. So… good luck in Florida. Spring Training. With everything. With the -
GUS
Isotopes -
JUNIPER
Right/Isotopes - I’m going to follow them now.
JUNIPER
(she looks at Gus for the first time, fully)
I gotta’ feeling about this. Like, in my bones. You’re gonna’ be great. It’s going to be okay.
(Gus smiles. He might even believe her.
CAR HORN beeps a 3rd time.)
JUNIPER
You believe this bitch? (Gus laughs. Juniper shoulders her bag, hands the gloves to Gus.)
JUNIPER
Now or never, Rocket.
GUS
Now or never, Juniper.
(Juniper exits. A CAR ENGINE revs and accelerates into the distance. A beat later the door JINGLES, and Dylan enters, puffer vest over his apron. He’s snacking from a bag of corn nuts.)
DYLAN
Well, that took long enough.
(Gus nods, but his expression is a mix of sadness and pride.)
So, I mopped out both bathrooms, but the chili dog station is all you tonight. (corn nut) And, my guy, you’re gonna’ need to put your arm into it. That cheese and bean shit, it’s like epoxied all over the counter. It’s pretty tragic, brah’.
GUS
Chili dog station. Got it.
DYLAN
I’m out, playah. Corn nut?
(Gus shakes his head.)
See you tomorrow ‘round 2.
GUS
‘Night.
DYLAN
‘Night. Oh, and hey, hey. Rocket man. Look alive!
(Dylan fires a balled-up, Gas and Sip apron straight at Gus, who
catches it, clumsily, the “GUS” nametag flashing, visible)
Curve ball!
Dylan exits, car keys jingling.
Gus takes a last sip, tosses the soda into the trash. He shoulders the sports duffle and exits into the Gas and Sip, pulling the travel suitcase slowly behind him.
The door JINGLES.
BLACKOUT.