[Kraig begins to pace the room, his hands pressed to his temples.]
Caren. I must tell that to the boys inside. [He starts to go.] Pretty clever little joke!...
Kraig [watching, excitedly]. There's something wrong with the fellow. I'd better see.
Caren [pausing]. You'd better shut your eyes and see nothing.
Kraig. He is staggering.
Caren. Let him stagger.
Kraig. He may be ill. He may be—starving.
Caren. He's come to a good place to lose his appetite.
Kraig. Oh, let me see what's wrong with him ... please.
Caren. You go out that door and you don't come back. [A pause.] I guess you'll stay.