Spotlight only on Hope and Mickey.
MICKEY: All right.
HOPE: All right what?
MICKEY: All right I won't feel sorry for you. But don't ask me not to love you, 'cause that? That I just can't do.
HOPE: Why... why are you so sweet to me?
MICKEY: 'Cause for the first time in my life I meet someone, and they see me not as who I should be but as who I truly am. You saw me burning and you saved me. You saw me down and drunken and you stayed. You saw me not as a loser like the rest of 'em, but as a man. And I don't know 'bout you, but I believe angels can come from anywhere. Even a trailer park in Montana.
Mickey kisses Hope. This kiss is more gentle and soft than the passionate ones we've seen before.
MICKEY: Now let's get the fuck out of the desert.
The light expands, revealing the stage is bare. The Burner and his entourage of Burners have all exited.
HOPE: Is it still a dream?
MICKEY: Let's close our eyes and find out.
Hope and Mickey close their eyes and go back to their sides of the stage, to the same spots they fell asleep in. The minute they get to them they instantly 'wake up', and speak the rest of the dialogue to the audience:
HOPE: What the hell?
MICKEY: Was it all a dream... or a--
HOPE: Nightmare. Must have had a nightmare.
MICKEY: It felt so real!
HOPE: My heart is beating so fast.
MICKEY: I must be dehydrated.
HOPE: That was... scary. Where's Mickey?
MICKEY: Woah. Seeing doubles all of the sudden.
HOPE: Mickey? Can you hear me?
MICKEY: My bag is so heavy... Maybe I should sleep some more.
MICKEY: And dream of her again...
HOPE: Mickey! MICKEY!
MICKEY: It's so cold...
HOPE: MICKEY HOLD ON! I'm coming!
Mickey slurps down to the ground, with his dog Steel by his side. Hope puts her skates back on and makes her way back where she came from on her side of the stage/road. She skates fast and calls out "Mickey!" constantly.
Finally she reaches Mickey on his side of the stage.
Mickey doesn't answer.
HOPE: Hey, wake up! Mickey wake up!
HOPE: Shit. Shit! SHIT! It's not funny! Come on, wake up! WAKE UP! I can't... I can't lose you god dammit! I can't fucking lose you.
Hope reaches to her bag - her cans of Guinness are all empty.
She reaches to Mickey's backpack, and pulls out a LARGE HEAVY VASE FULL OF ASHES. She sets it aside. She reaches to the backpack once again - in the bottom is a dusty bottle of WATER. She opens it and begins dripping water down Mickey's throat.
HOPE: Come on. Come on. Come on!
Mickey finally wakes up. Steel barks from joy and Hope lets out a sigh of relief.
HOPE: Oh thank god! Hi.
MICKEY: Hey... You came.
HOPE: Yeah, I... I lost my way, I think. Shouldn't have left you.
MICKEY: I see you met my dad.
HOPE: Hmm-mmm. He's... a lot to hold on to.
MICKEY: Sure is.
HOPE: You were right.
MICKEY: I was?
HOPE: Yeah. This is the right way.
MICKEY: It is?
HOPE: Yeah. Out of the fucking desert.
MICKEY: What about Burning Man?
HOPE: I think I found another home for myself.
HOPE: With you. I wanna be with you, give this... thing we have a real shot. Not run away from a good thing for once in my life. Would you... like that?
MICKEY: Are you kidding? It would be a dream.
MICKEY: There's just one thing....
HOPE: What's that?
MICKEY: I never told you my name.
HOPE: Oh. Nice to meet you, Jack from Benderville.
MICKEY/JACK: Nice to meet you, Hope from Montana.
HOPE: Are you up for some more walking? It will get dark pretty soon.
MICKEY/JACK: I need to do something first.
Mickey/Jack slowly gets up and picks up the VASE.
MICKEY/JACK: (to the audience) My father loved the desert. He used to call it his 'holy land'. He was born in the desert, met my mom in the desert, lead his congregation in the desert, raised sons in the desert, and he also died in the desert. I think, I think He'd want to stay in the desert.
Mickey/Jack gently opens the vase and starts spreading the ashes on the desert's ground.
MICKEY/JACK: Earth to earth. Ashes to ashes. Dust to Dust. "We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet." Amen.
Mickey lingers for a moment, crosses his arms and then turn to Hope:
MICKEY/JACK: I am ready now.
HOPE: As you wish.
They get up and start their journey, holding hands, with the dog Steel by their side.
Suddenly, a HONK is heard. A delivery truck drives on stage, with the Burner - dressed as a delivery driver - in the driver's seat. He rolls down his window and:
BURNER: Hey y'all need a ride somewhere?
Hope and Mickey/Jack look at each other, and answer in unison:
HOPE & MICKEY/JACK: To the mountains!
They pick Steel up and together they all hop on the back of the truck.
The truck makes its way out of the bare desert stage with the tune of 'Hit The Road Jack' by Ray Charles playing in the radio...
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman