Lights up on Mel leaning against the wall of a brick building in an alleyway, Leon a few feet away from her. She is smoking. It is late evening and wet. We are no longer in the empty­space. While the previous line fades into this conversation, we are only now entering the real world.

A moment of silence. They look at each other for a long beat. We hear the rain. They are connected, as if the memories of what happened throughout the play are reflected in their eyes. They are no longer strangers.