Drama — 7.2 210

(Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara. It throws off the balance.

(Steps forward, floorboards creak)It’s been three years, Grandpa. The air in here is the same dust from when I was ten. ELIAS Dust is just time that’s settled. Leave it be. 7.2 210 Drama

The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic ticking of dozens of clocks. ELIAS sits at a workbench, a jeweler’s loupe pressed to his eye. He is working on a delicate gold pocket watch. CLARA stands by the door, holding a messenger bag. (Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara