(PB and SB run on from stage right, breathless)
PB (laughing): Haha! That was so much fun!
SB: What? How was that in any way enjoyable! We could have died!
PB (punches him lightly on the shoulder): Aw, cmon, live a little! Oh that reminds me, what's your name? Do you have a name? What do people call you? Why are you wearing that mask?
SB (brushes shoulder): Of course I have a name. It's Deimos. And I'm wearing it, because I can not breathe your air. What's your name?
PB (scrunches nose): What kind of name is that? My name is Sorrel.
SB (huffs): It was my mother's favourite moon from our planet.
PB (apologetic): Oh... I'm sorry for making fun of it. How 'bout I make it up to you?
SB: How so?
PB: Follow me.
(PB & SB walk off stage right)
NA (enter stage right): The boys continued along their path, talking about their different worlds, unaware of the danger their friendship had begun to spawn. They continued along, the trees providing cover for their rendezvous. A small fort was spotted in the distance, surrounded by flowers of wide variety... and so it continues... (exit stage right)
SB (pointing towards flowers): What are those?
PB (looks and begins to laugh): They're flowers silly!
SB (confusion): Flo-wers? What are they for?
PB: Flowers! They're for enjoyment. To make you happy!
SB (touching a petal): That's... that's all?
PB (nods): Yep!
SB: That's... That's amazing... We don't have anything like that at home... all we have is red dusty rocks...
(PB & SB sit down with the flowers around them and begin to talk, inaudible, insert some kind of music here)
NA (enter stage left): Deimos and Sorrel talked until sun began to fade from the sky. (lights dim) When the night began to fall upon them, Sorrel warned Deimos not to leave, to hunker down for the night. They made a pact that Sorrel would come back the next day as long as Deimos stayed put. (Sorrel exit stage left) But little did they know what lay on the horizon. (NA exit stage right)
