Andrew is centre stage facing the audience. The set is that of a living room, AMY is sat in an armchair and has been watching him pace the carpet. He is holding a mobile phone to his ear with tears running down his cheeks.

ANDREW: Okay. (sniff) Bye

He ends the call on the phone and sits on the arm of a chair next to his girlfriend AMY. She reaches up and wipes a tear from his face with a questioning look in her eyes, he shakes his head and lifts one of his knees off the floor, perching his foot at the edge of the arm of the chair he leans forwards and rests his head on his knee. AMY strokes his hair gently. Pause.

ANDREW starts to text on phone after a sigh. AMY cranes over his knee to see who he is texting, ANDREW moves phone out of her sight and continues.

AMY: I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong, it’s doin’ me ‘ed in not knowing what I can do to make it better.

ANDREW: You can’t

AMY: I can’t what?

ANDREW Make it better.

Andrew stands up and walks to stand behind the chair. He twirls a piece of AMY’s hair between his finger and thumb and then heaves a sigh. AMY looks up and he shakes his head again.

ANDREW: (softly) I wish it would all go away.

Andrew heaves his phone across the stage against a wall and walks out to exit SL.