Kraig [suddenly has a hideous thought and turns swiftly to Caren]. You think it was fair...? He went of his own free will?
Caren. Eh...? What put that into your head?
Kraig. No clothes ... naked!
Caren. A lot of them do that when they take the plunge. It ain't so easy to identify them. It saves a lot of bother, too. We stick 'em on the slabs a while and then....
Kraig [shuddering]. Don't! It makes me cold ... cold! [Again he parts the curtains and looks through the glass.] He's so calm ... so still. I wonder if he suffered first! [With a clutch of hatred in his voice.] I wonder if—he starved!
Caren. That soft white kitten? Not much. Did you get a squint at his hands? He's never even tied his own tie.
Kraig [laughs]. And he's here!
Caren [looking at Kraig]. This is a funny job for a kid like you to pick.
Kraig [turning away]. I'm not as young as I look. I've got three little ones already. [With deep anguish.] And another on the way.
Caren. It's a queer hang out for a kid like you, just the same.