A blue television haze

A blue television haze three figures punching silhouettes into the fuzzy glow inclined on the couch Two holding hands

The wind bellows the air machine to be free bouncing between buildings begging at my window's gap asking to be allowed inside

(The end of the play.)

CARLOS (crying. Holding THOMAS' hand.) Thank you.

(CARLOS pulls THOMAS into an embrace.)

CHRISTIANA Come now, I think this deserves a celebration!

CARLOS I have my boy back...

(The PARTY leaves the stage, each embracing and congratulating THOMAS.)

(The TELEVISION flickers on. Static fills the stage for a handful of moments, and finally.. turns off.)