217 Babel Street | Apartment 7
(Harry enters. Margaret is sitting by the window.)
Margaret: Is that you? You're early.
Harry: No. Just delivering. A fare.
Margaret: To here?
Harry: Yeah. Two women.
Margaret: Oh. Strangers?
Harry: I... uh... I found this?
Margaret: What? What's in the bag?
Harry: It fell down.
Margaret: It what?
Harry: It fell. From the sky. Or from... from one of the flats. Just outside. Nearly hit one of the... one of the passengers.
Margaret: Let me see. What is it?
Harry: It's broken. I thought you could, you know -
Margaret: It's just come apart. Fallen apart.
Harry: I think it's some kind of...
Margaret: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...
Harry: Some kind of puzzle. Like a shape, make a shape. Maybe you could...
Margaret: Shhh. I'm counting.
Harry: Right.
(Margaret counts to herself. Harry watches her.)
Margaret: ... Eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Did you get them all?
Harry: I know you like jigsaws, so I thought -
Margaret: You didn't miss any?
Harry: That was all. All I could find.
Margaret: Maybe I could mend it. I could put it back together.
Harry: Uh... I was thinking that.
Margaret: So pretty, isn't it. See, Harry? The colours, sparkling.
Harry: Sure. It's... it's lovely.
Margaret: Twenty pieces.