(Dr. Tom is on the sidewalk, white-faced and costumed like a skeleton mime)
Erica: Wow! (Dr. Tom approaches, miming an invisible box) What are you doing, Dr. Tom? (silence) Okay, look, here-here's the deal, alright? I came back and I did what I was supposed to do. I-I, I broke up with IF.
Dr. Tom: In record time, too. So fast, in fact, you could probably squeeze in a quick round of LARPing, if you really wanted to.
Erica (laughs sarcastically): Running around the city dressed as a vampire? That-that's not really my idea of fun.
Dr. Tom: Still caring what other people think?
Erica: No. this isn't me caring about what other people think, alright. I'm not a LARPer. (Dr. Tom begins miming a box again) And I'm not a mime.
Dr. Tom: This really is quite a small box you've got yourself living inside. Must be very tiring, squeezing yourself into that every day. I am this, I'm not that. I am this, I'm not that …
Erica: I thought that mimes were supposed to be silent? (Dr. Tom shrugs) Okay … Look, I know who I am. And-and I came back here and did what I had to do, so …
Dr. Tom: So-o-o, why are you still here?