People swim at night.
Sharks?
People drown at night.
That’s death.
Dance.
Look out your window tomorrow morning. If you see a woman swimming toward the horizon, that’s me. If you don’t, that’s also me.
Does it matter?
Same activity. Different outcome.
I don’t sleep.
Call me a taxi.
(Pause. BEN brings her a blanket. She doesn’t take it.)
I don’t understand you.
There are sharks off this coast.
What?