(Lights up on the alley. Another siren goes off. The SEEKER sneaks around a corner, glancing over her shoulder to make sure she isn’t being followed. The ENFORCER enters while her back is turned, making his rounds, and notices the SEEKER.)
ENFORCER: Hold it right there, miss. What are you doing out here?
SEEKER: Please, sir. I got lost. I didn’t mean to be out here so late. I know it’s after curfew.
ENFORCER: Got lost, you say?
SEEKER: Yes, sir.
ENFORCER: How did you get lost?
SEEKER: (Hesitantly) Well, sir, I was walking along East Street when it started to rain. The sky opened up. You remember that, don’t you? (He nods.) Right. So. When it started pouring, I went running for cover. And I don't know how it happened but... Somehow I got all turned around. (Pause.) Now I don't know where I am. I want to go home.
ENFORCER: I'll take you home. Where do you live?
SEEKER: Corner of Red and Stanton. Big brownstone complex.
ENFORCER: Yeah, I know it. I’m the parole officer for a woman who lives there. (He studies her for a moment.) Hey, have we met before?
SEEKER: Not that I can remember.
ENFORCER: You sure about that? (There is a long pause.)
SEEKER: I never forget a face. Lead the way, officer.
(They start offstage. Lights fade.)
To Be Continued...
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