Protagonist: Who are you? Narrator: (blinks in amusement) Isn't it polite to give your name when asking someone theirs? Protagonist: I know who I am. I am me. Who are you? Narrator: I, myself and I. This is my fantasy, after all. Protagonist: Well, that's fascinating. (comes closer to help him) Are you lost? Would you like me to find someone to help you? Narrator: No, no, no. I'm quite okay, but you, on the other hand, seem strangely familiar. Protagonist: Really? Have we met before? Narrator: (acknowledgement) Of course yes, you are the other me! Protagonist: The other you? Are you schizophrenic? Narrator: No. I always knew I had a sense of humor. I... have been diagnosed (clears throat) with agenesis of the corpus callosum! Protagonist: Uh, huh. Narrator: This means that during the car accident, the part of the brain that connects the two hemispheres was damaged. I wasn't the same after that... I always felt like a part of me was missing. And it was! You and me meeting like this! Protagonist: So you're saying we're two different sides of the same person. Riiiiiight. Narrator: No, I can prove it to you. Protagonist: (aside) It should be worth listening to... Okay. And how do you plan to do it? Narrator: Until the accident we were the same person, so we should have the same memories. Protagonist: So, are you going to tell me something that only I would know? Narrator: Exactly. (prolonged silence) Protagonist: Good? Narrator: Here? Protagonist: Do you see anyone else listening? Just say it. Narrator: (thinks about it for a moment) Remember the summer of '97? The Canadian bar where you thought he'd be smart... Protagonist: (interrupts) That's enough. (looks upset, thinks) But...... middle of paper......0%) Protagonist: I'm trapped; no matter what I say or do, it will just... Psychiatrist: 9 (lights dimmed to 80%) Protagonist: Vanishes. (silence) Psychiatrist: 8 (lights dimmed to 70%) Protagonist: Will you at least try to remember me? Psychiatrist: 7 (lights dimmed to 60%) Narrator: I'm sure I've tried every other time. Psychiatrist: 6 (lights dimmed to 50%) Narrator: I wish there was something... Psychiatrist: 5 (lights dimmed to 40%, Narrator now hidden) Protagonist: Yes? Where did you go? Psychiatrist: 4 (lights dimmed to 30%) Protagonist: (walks to the center of the stage and kneels, speaking directly to the audience) Psychiatrist: 3 (lights dimmed to 20%) Protagonist: I... I think I understand. Psychiatrist: 2 (lights dimmed to 10%) Protagonist: The fear of death... is the fear of being forgotten. Psychiatrist: 1 (blackout) Protagonist: I... don't want to die. (soft sob)