**\[Click]** *In a Web domain, inside a building.* *The sound of audience laughter from behind walls comes regularly from different directions.* *MARTIN and JON walk in a carpeted area for a few moments before JON stops them. The bags jingle.* ### JON Ah, hold up. Uh, I, I need to, um… ### MARTIN Now? Seriously? We’re almost out of here. *JON sighs.* ### JON **\[Breathy, wry]** I’m sorry. Not really up to me. ### MARTIN Fine. *MARTIN sighs.* ### JON **\[Flippant]** If you’re bored, you could always… take in a show. ### MARTIN That’s – That’s not funny, Jon. ### JON If you say so. ### MARTIN Just – Just give me a shout when you’re done, alright? *He walks away with the sound of fabric rustles.* ### JON Good. Right. *He inhales.* Ticket for one, then, I suppose.