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He’s surprised how comfortable and roomy her boat is. He wonders why he’d never thought to live on a boat before. He begins to feel calm, but he immediately worries about the calm feeling and in so doing, sets off a relentless oscillation between calm, worry, dread, and guilt. The guilt, of course comes from his almost constant internal battle about whether or not to tell her his real name.

Dani: Nice, huh.

Eddie: Very. How long have you had it?

Dani: Ah, the boat. Not long.

Eddie: So, you live here?

Dani: When I’m on the water.

Eddie: Makes sense. What did you think/

Dani: I was talking about the fog.

Eddie: Oh yeah.

Dani: We talked about the boat last night.

Eddie: I just, I was thinking about it again.

Dani: And you thought I could read your mind.

Eddie: Is it dangerous? The fog?

Dani: Not when you’re slow. I love the fog. So useful: foggy memory, brain fog, lost in a fog, a blanket of fog, pea soup…

Eddie: Fog of war.

Dani: Fog of war, yeah, that one. (pause) Fog is art, it’s mystery. It’s metaphor.

Eddie: I don’t care for metaphors.

Dani: I know, you hate them. I’ll fix you. Poor thing.

Eddie: Where does this river end?

Dani: It doesn’t. I mean, yes, technically speaking, it does become something else, but, practically speaking, we can go anywhere in the world that has a port from right here.

Eddie: So, it empties into the ocean.

Dani: It travels to the ocean and to all the unblocked tributaries that feed all the oceans on the planet.

Eddie: That’s a lot.

Dani: But for now, we’re just using it to get out of town.

Eddie: Like they do in the movies.

Dani: This is real life, sweetheart.

Eddie: Funny.

Dani: No, seriously, this is real.