Scene 1: The clock strikes thirteen, an inquisition begins. Our hero in three-piece suit contemplates the fate of an eternal banana peel.
Hero: "Should it fascinate or topple the unprepared?"
Heroine (unseen): "In our fruitless chase, silence speaks, you know."
Scene 2: The telephone rings, but no one dares to answer; they fear what Luncheon has to say on Tuesday about it.
Vagabond: "Do schedules haunt you as it does me?"
Contemplator (smiling wryly): "I am but a ghost of Sundays, lingering in transit."
Scene 3: A peculiar duet is performed on invisible strings, master and apprentice bound in solitude's waltz.
Master: "Dance with shadows cast by distant stars."
Apprentice: "Are they distant or ever closer, invisible yet clear?"