Sixty Seconds of Reserved Silence

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Verse

INES: I bought us sixty seconds, off the wellness tier.
MARLOW: You bought us what? A minute?
INES: Guaranteed. No pings, no weather, nothing in your ear.
MARLOW: There's a line item for that?
INES: Eleven credits, Tuesday, nine-fifteen.
The kettle's clicked already. Sit down. Keep the screen
face-down on the table by the orange peel.
MARLOW: I've never done this sober.
CHORUS (behind): Keep the screen face-down.

Verse

MARLOW: So what's the protocol? Do we look at one another?
INES: I think we just don't talk.
MARLOW: For a whole minute? Undercover?
Sable, are you listening?
SABLE: I'm required to go dark.
But if you'd like, I'll count you down. It's softer in the dark.
INES: Fine. Quietly.
MARLOW: You'll spend the whole thing on the rules.
INES: I'm not spending. I'm arriving. Give me eight more seconds. Two.
CHORUS (behind): Give her eight more seconds.

Chorus

So what's the weather in your room?
Don't answer, don't answer.
What's the weather in your room?
I'd rather guess than know.
CHORUS: She'd rather guess than know.

Bridge

SABLE: Sixty. The hall lights dim by policy.
Fifty-two. Your heart rate's down. Congratulations, both.
Forty. Marlow's looking at the ceiling where the forecast used to be.
Thirty-one. Ines is looking at the door.
Twenty. There's an orange on the counter, half unpeeled since Sunday.
Twelve. Nobody has said a word. I'm counting that as progress.
Nine. Eight.
MARLOW: Ines—
SABLE: Seven. That's a word.
INES: Let him.
SABLE: Six. Five. The elevator's stopped on thirty. It does that.
Two. One.
The service has expired. You have ten more months.

Chorus

So what's the weather in your room?
MARLOW: Don't answer, don't answer.
What's the weather in your room?
INES: I'd rather guess than know.
CHORUS: Nobody said a word.
INES: I'd rather guess.
CHORUS: Nobody said a word.
MARLOW: I'd rather know.