Kate rolls over. 03:00
in the green of the alarm clock on her bedside table. Throat dry she pulls herself out of bed and heads for the kitchen. Pedestal lamp already on.
Peter sits at the kitchen bench drinking a black coffee.
"Can't sleep, huh?"
"I was thinking about what's out there, what exists beyond this."
"Sometimes I get like that too. Nothing to worry about."
"I'm not worried about it. Sometimes you just want to know things and be certain."
"Sure, couldn't hurt." Kate raps her fingers against the bench top for 10 seconds before becoming motionless.
"What's going on Kate?
What's wrong?"...
No response.