Act: Dust them off Scene: They're still good

A walks into a very dark room.

It is A's attic.

A is looking for something.

There is stuff everywhere.

Pilled up the rafters.

Cobwebs and dust blanket it all.

A goes through draws and trunks.

A pushes over mannequins and ladders.

A lifts up carpets.

Finally A sees it.

A. Ah! There!

A bends down and helps up B.

B has been laying there for 3.98 Thousand years.

A dusts B off.

B coughs. 

A mouth flies out of B's mouth.

They are both silent.

Then laugh at the funny little moth.

A. Hi.

B. Sup.

A can no longer contain it.

A breaks down and hugs B.

For dear life. 

A. I'm sorry.

B. It's okay. I was just chilling out. Do you wana do something?

A. Like what?

B. Not sure. What is it you do now?

A. I'm not sure.

B. You're not sure.

A. It's just that... I mean... I don't remember. All I can think about is all the stuff we used to do.

B. Let's do that then.

A and B both smile.

They are very happy.

A leads the way as they get out of the dusty attic.

It's hard to breath up there.

As B closes the door/ladder thingy on the floor, we look at the attic for a while.

As the night draws on the moon shines through one of those small circular window thingy's that are on the steeples of houses.

As the room is illuminated by the moon we see the bodies of other old friends laying on the ground.

Their faces are not emotionless.

But show little emotion.

They are not Mad.

They are not Happy.

They're waiting.

END