A darkened stage. Maybe with howling wolves yipping around the perimeter, if you have budget for that. Dark, and cold. A man sits in a Mazda 2 with 160,000 km on the odometer and 4mm of brake pads left.
Two teenaged girls climb into the car.
Girl one: Hi, Mr. Living.
Girl two: Hi, dad.
Man: Hi. How was the movie?
Girl two: Ok.
Girl two: can you take Girl one home?
Man: Sure. [turns on car stereo]
Sound effects: something slightly industrial, vaguely so, with the result that one is not immediately sure whether it is music or is something falling off the car?
Girl two: What CD do you have in?
Man: Sigur Ros, I think.
Sound effects: clearly music, more industrial and darker now.
Girl two: isn’t Sigur Ros, i dunno, chiller?
Man: [Checks] I mean, Nine Inch Nails
Girl two: I was thinking.
Man: Nine Inch Nails, not Sigur Ros. Easy mistake to make.
Girl two: Heh.
Man: Could happen to anyone.