- Come back to me Today.  

- (whimper) Hmm...

- Why are you smiling?

- (murmuring) I can't pet you kitty.

- Stop touching my hand.

- Is that a hot dog?

- Let go of my hand.

- (waking) Hmm?

- Are you okay?

- What?

- Are you okay, Today?

- (dazed) Yea...

- Come on, let me help you up.

- Where's the cat?

- There's no cat, Today.

- I had a dream...a little kitty was crawling on me while I was lying down.

- Those were my hands.

- You were caressing me?

- I was untying you.  I can't believe you fell asleep.

- I was afraid to pet the kitty...you know, because I'm allergic to cats.  

- Stop explaining your dream to me—we need to call the cops.

- Are they still here?

- Yea, they're in the other room taking turns charging their phones.  Get up!

- How did you get loose?

- I used my whole fuckin fist until it felt like warm V and I thought that's what he felt.

- What?

- Just call the cops.

- You make me feel so X-rated sometimes.

- Call the cops, Today.

- You and your—your damned hands—Hello,  yes, Hello, hi—

- You already said it—

- This is Today...

- You know, Today—

- Shh...

- Do you realize, if you analyze your dream... 

- I'm on the phone!

- You wouldn't pet a kitty...

- (aside) Yes, we've been robbed...

- But you woke up asking for a hot dog...

- So? (aside) ...robbed, in our own house under our nose by two spirtually sick people.

- You know what that makes you?!

- I didn't ask for one, I thought it was there—Quiet! (aside) What did they take? Umm...our protein?