Peter sits at the bench, his hands hold a mug. He stares idly at the wall.
"We're really doing this again?"
"Yeah, it's at the point where it's a few days a week now."
"You're just reading from the script, aren't you?
"Yes Kate; the script is how we progress.
"Progress to what?"
"More of the story."
"What? This isn't a story Peter. This is our lives."
"You want a mug?"
"sure, couldn't hurt...
So this progresses the story? Feels like we've been here forever."
"Tomorrow morning is a new day. You'll be a new person."
"but we're not on script now. How does that work?"
"There's some leeway, but if you stray too far from the script then