True Story

Setting: a large, oddly shaped office next to a psychophysics lab of some sort. Although ugly paintings and fake flowers decorate the space, the overall effect is somehow still barren and not garish. The office has several computers and desks, and to one side is a blackboard on which ROSELYN, wearing a pink shirt & skirt, is idly playing tic-tac-toe games with herself using the corner of the eraser, standing with her back to the audience. Just offstage, which is understood to be the lab, a red-haired man types on a laptop. He is an athiest.

SIEGEL, a professor in his forties, amicable and bizarre, passes through the office through a door downstage center, heading upstage to another door there. He carries a large cardboard box.

SIEGEL: (entering) I'm exhaaaaaaausted.

ROSELYN: (turning suddenly, embarrassed) Oh, hello!

Siegel continues toward the door upstage and opens it somehow, walking through. His back remains toward the audience.

SIEGEL: That 205 class takes it right out of me!

SFX: door slam