_(The stage is set: an empty road stretches out before the man. The sun blares with a spiteful heat. There are still many miles to go.)_

_(Finally, a red car drives up.) _

_(The driver rolls down the window. A man with grassy eyes.) _

**DRIVER** _(with urgency)_

Where to?

**HITCHHIKER** _(setting his hand on the roof of the car)_

As far as I can get.

_(The driver looks the hitchhiker up and down, like a newspaper. He reaches for the gun hidden in his glovebox.) _

_(The hitchhiker stands still, unaware his fate is held in such a small thing; such a bullet, no bigger than a rock, deadlier than the man who wields it.) _

_(The driver moves with a strange sense of certainty. He knew, awaking this morning, he would kill someone.) _

_(The driver holds the gun up, three inches away from the hitchhikers chest.) _

_(The hitchhiker’s eyes darken as he sees down the barrel. Everything he has avoided looks him in the eyes.) _

_(There is a pause, in this fatal moment.) _

_(In every universe, the hitchhiker is always a hitchhiker, destined to be killed just for wanting go.) _

_(In every universe, there is a pause. And the pause lasts forever every time.) _