Act II, Scene I
The stage is dark and blue. Tim stands in the middle, in pajamas and slippers. A booming Voice speaks to him from offstage.
TIM. I don't know what you want anymore. You keep bringing me here, but I can't tell you anything else. I don't know what to say.
VOICE. LIES!
TIM. No, seriously, I don't know.
VOICE. Really?
TIM. Yeah, seriously.
VOICE. Hmm. (Pause.) Well. (Silence.)
TIM. Can I go now? It's cold out here and my nipples are getting hard.
VOICE. What are "nipples?"
TIM. They're on my chest. Like udders.
VOICE. UDDERS? So you can be milked?
TIM. No, no. No milk. Not men—look, seriously, I'm really cold. Send me home now.
VOICE. Alright, but we will speak about your udders again. I yearn for understanding of all things.
TIM. I shouldn't have said "udders." (Blackout.)
Act II, Scene II
Mark, Tim and Kara sit in the back of a sports pub. The game is on in the background.
MARK. There's nothing can be done about it, either. He's just stuck there.
KARA. Well, he'll get used to it after a while.
MARK. I guess, but I feel bad for him in the meantime. Jack can be a dick and god knows I don't want to work with him, and definitely not for him. Yuck.
KARA. (She watches the game on the big-screen TV.) What the hell is wrong with Wagner? He keeps throwing bricks up there.
MARK. If he's not going to pass, he could at least stop shitting in our hands.
KARA. What?
MARK. Forget it. (Pause.) Tim, what the hell's the matter with you?
TIM. I don't know. Don't worry about it.
MARK. Your udders hurt?
TIM. (To Kara.) You told him?
KARA. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell—
MARK. It's okay, Bertha, don't be ashamed if your udders are stingin' you, you've been—
TIM. Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. That's fine.
MARK. Okay, okay, I'm sorry.
TIM. It's fine—whatever. (Pause.) It sounds funny but I can't take it anymore. It's happening every night now and I don't know how much longer I can stand it.
MARK. They're just dreams, Tim.
KARA. Mark, don't—
MARK. No, seriously. Tim, you've gotta get over this before you drive yourself—(Mark and Kara freeze in place. Time seems to be standing still. Only Tim is left unaffected.)
VOICE. TIMOTHY! WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO CONGREGATE WITH THESE OTHER BEINGS?
TIM. Stop! Just stop this! (Pause.)
VOICE. What?
TIM. Stop bothering me! What, now night isn't good enough for you, you're going to bother me during the day too?
VOICE. Well—
TIM. And what did you do to them? Why are they all frozen?
VOICE. I HAVE STOPPED TIME FOR YOU, TIMOTHY!
TIM. Stop yelling!
VOICE. Sorry.
TIM. I don't want you to stop time for me, okay? I want you to leave me alone!
VOICE. But I must know more about your kind. I yearn for all knowledge.
TIM. Yes, I get it, you yearn. You keep saying that. But why me? Why not someone...
VOICE. Better looking?
TIM. I was going to say smarter, but thanks for that. (Silence.)
VOICE. It can only be you, Timothy.
TIM. Well, that doesn't make a lot of sense.
VOICE. YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE, TIMOTHY. YOU AND YOU ALONE. (Blackout.)