Peter stands by the window, staring out at the lights of the city.
"Can't sleep, huh?"
"I'm just so tired, we can't keep doing this."
"Sometimes I get like that too. Nothing to worry about."
"You just keep telling me the same things. I want to talk to you."
"We are talking, Peter."
"You know what I mean!"
"What do you want to know?"
"Why can't I open the door? What's out there?"
"We're not meant to leave... There's nothing out there."
"Then what's the point?"