Igloo Scene
You awaken with amnesia in what looks to be an igloo. You have $4 and a rock in one pocket, and a toothbrush in the other. Someone is staring at you. Write this scene.
Me: (Looks around) What the... (Sees man) Who are you? Why am I here? Did you kidnap me?
Man: Relax. It's good you're awake. You've been out for a while, and I was worried. I didn't kidnap you, I found you. You were lying unconscious in the snow.
Me: Wait, what was I doing in the snow? Where the hell is this, anyway? Antarctica? What were you doing here?
Man: (laughs) So many questions. I have no idea what you were doing here, and no, it's not Antarctica. It's Alaska. What I was doing here is not important.
Me: Alaska! Why am I in freaking Alaska? And how can your presence here not be important? Apparently, without you I'd be dead. Hold on... Do I know you? You look familiar...
Man: Really? I don't think you know me. I just have one of those faces.
Me: That's what they always say and they end up being someone famous or someone from the future or a vampire or something. You're not any of those, are you?
Man: Now you're just being silly.
Me: You're avoiding my question! So that must mean that you are either one of those or an extremely private person, and since we're alone in an igloo in Alaska and I'll likely never see you again, if you're just a private person you might as well tell me who you are. Unless we will see each other again... Will we? And you still look awfully familiar.
Man: I doubt we'll be seeing each other again anytime soon, but you never can tell.
Me: (stares at man as if trying to remember who he is) I feel like I know you... (tries to remember) Ugh! It's useless! Why can't I remember?
Man: You probably hit your head. Here, let me look. (reaches towards me)
Me: (reluctantly) Okay. (leans towards man to allow him to see my head)
Man: (looking at my head) Ooh. You have a nasty cut in your head. It's bleeding, but don't worry. (pulls cloth out of backpack) Here. Hold this over the spot.
Me: (Takes cloth and holds to head, then warily) Thanks.
(short silence)
Me: So why are we just sitting here?
Man: You're injured and I don't know if you can handle the snowstorm outside.
Me: Oh.
(another short silence)
Me: So... Alaska... It's... cold here.
Man: (looks at me like I'm stupid)
Me: (sarcastically) Sorry. I was just trying to make some conversation.
Man: I know, but you can do better than that, can't you?
Me: I dunno. I guess so, I've never been a great conversationalist.
(short silence in which the man's phone rings)
Man: Sorry, excuse me. (pulls phone out of pocket and walks out of igloo) Hello. Yes, it's me. (voice fades away)
Me: (astonished) How the hell does he even get reception out here. (realizes I've only been taking his word for where we are) Hold on... (walks unsteadily outside)
Man: (still on phone) She's fine, it's just a cut. Nothing too bad. (sees me) Uhh... excuse me. I've got to go. (hangs up phone and places it in pocket) What're you doing out here?
Me: (looks around to see that there is no snowstorm and it isn't that cold) What the hell? Who are you?
Man: Uhh.... (looks wildly around, as if for an answer, then pulls phone out of pocket) No one in particular. (throws phone at me)
Me: Hey- (gets knocked unconscious)
Me: (Looks around) What the... (Sees man) Who are you? Why am I here? Did you kidnap me?
Man: Relax. It's good you're awake. You've been out for a while, and I was worried. I didn't kidnap you, I found you. You were lying unconscious in the snow.
Me: Wait, what was I doing in the snow? Where the hell is this, anyway? Antarctica? What were you doing here?
Man: (laughs) So many questions. I have no idea what you were doing here, and no, it's not Antarctica. It's Alaska. What I was doing here is not important.
Me: Alaska! Why am I in freaking Alaska? And how can your presence here not be important? Apparently, without you I'd be dead. Hold on... Do I know you? You look familiar...
Man: Really? I don't think you know me. I just have one of those faces.
Me: That's what they always say and they end up being someone famous or someone from the future or a vampire or something. You're not any of those, are you?
Man: Now you're just being silly.
Me: You're avoiding my question! So that must mean that you are either one of those or an extremely private person, and since we're alone in an igloo in Alaska and I'll likely never see you again, if you're just a private person you might as well tell me who you are. Unless we will see each other again... Will we? And you still look awfully familiar.
Man: I doubt we'll be seeing each other again anytime soon, but you never can tell.
Me: (stares at man as if trying to remember who he is) I feel like I know you... (tries to remember) Ugh! It's useless! Why can't I remember?
Man: You probably hit your head. Here, let me look. (reaches towards me)
Me: (reluctantly) Okay. (leans towards man to allow him to see my head)
Man: (looking at my head) Ooh. You have a nasty cut in your head. It's bleeding, but don't worry. (pulls cloth out of backpack) Here. Hold this over the spot.
Me: (Takes cloth and holds to head, then warily) Thanks.
(short silence)
Me: So why are we just sitting here?
Man: You're injured and I don't know if you can handle the snowstorm outside.
Me: Oh.
(another short silence)
Me: So... Alaska... It's... cold here.
Man: (looks at me like I'm stupid)
Me: (sarcastically) Sorry. I was just trying to make some conversation.
Man: I know, but you can do better than that, can't you?
Me: I dunno. I guess so, I've never been a great conversationalist.
(short silence in which the man's phone rings)
Man: Sorry, excuse me. (pulls phone out of pocket and walks out of igloo) Hello. Yes, it's me. (voice fades away)
Me: (astonished) How the hell does he even get reception out here. (realizes I've only been taking his word for where we are) Hold on... (walks unsteadily outside)
Man: (still on phone) She's fine, it's just a cut. Nothing too bad. (sees me) Uhh... excuse me. I've got to go. (hangs up phone and places it in pocket) What're you doing out here?
Me: (looks around to see that there is no snowstorm and it isn't that cold) What the hell? Who are you?
Man: Uhh.... (looks wildly around, as if for an answer, then pulls phone out of pocket) No one in particular. (throws phone at me)
Me: Hey- (gets knocked unconscious)