It’s foggy. A man in a cloak is standing alone. A pale young man approaches him.
YOUNGER MAN: Hi there.
OLDER MAN: Greetings young sir.
The younger man looks at the older man’s cloak.
YOUNGER MAN: Have you been waiting long?
OLDER MAN: It seems like an age.
YOUNGER MAN: Going to a party?
The man frowns and shows the younger man a pig on a lead.
OLDER MAN: I was on my way to market when…
YOUNGER MAN: It stopped, yeah? The driver said he wasn’t going any further. ‘This bus terminates here’. They’re always doing that. If this fog cleared we could at least see where we are.
OLDER MAN: It’s been like this since the coachman departed.
YOUNGER MAN: They let you on a coach with a pig. Where were you going?
OLDER MAN: Amersham.
YOUNGER MAN: You should have got the tube it’s faster.
The older man mouths the word tube and shakes his head.
OLDER MAN: I was in no hurry when the coach and horses came for me.
The younger man looks scared.