SCENE 2. 336 HOURS
SOUNDSCAPE: THE DULL ELECTRONIC BUZZ OF THE OTHERWISE PLEASANT ESCAPE POD.
DOUG: Yes, User.
MIKE: (correcting) Mike.
DOUG: What was that, User?
MIKE: How long have I been bobbing about in space in this cramped, metal egg?
DOUG: Evacuation protocols initiated approximately seven hours ago.
MIKE: How much longer till someone picks all of us up?
DOUG: Scan complete.
DOUG: No ships within range.
MIKE: I’m going to die out here.
LONGER, UNCOMFORTABLE BEAT.
DOUG: Life systems currently at 97-point-92-percent.
MIKE: (wow. okay…) Uh-huh. Well… Maybe we can use some of this time to work on your bedside manner, Doug.
DOUG: My apologies… Mike.
MIKE: (smiling.) Yeah. That’s a start.