Pascoe. Where's the bedroom?
Carve. There's one there. (Pointing to double doors.)
Pascoe. (To Horning.) We'll get him into bed now. (To Carve.) Bed ready?
Carve. Yes. I—I think he was just making it up.
Pascoe. (Startled.) Does he make up his own bed?
Carve. (Perceiving the mistake, but resuming his calm.) Always.
Pascoe. (Controlling his astonishment; looking through double doors and opening them wider. To Horning.) Yes, this will do. Put those things down here a minute while we lift him.
(Pascoe and Horning then carry the inanimate form of Shawn into the room behind, while Carve hovers about uselessly.)
Carve. Can I do anything?
Pascoe. (Indicating a chair furthest away from the double doors.) You see that chair?