A train station, Chris sitting on the bench with luggage at his feet. A sign showing their location stands behind him. Setting will not change for the rest of the play.
INTERCOM: Attention all commuters, the 8.15 train to London has experienced difficulties, and will be delayed by one hour. Thank you for your attention and patience.
Jemma walks in, lugging a large duffel bag with her, looking around distractedly. She plops herself down next to Chris.
JEMMA: This is for the train going to London, right?
JEMMA: OK, cool.
Silence descends between them for a while before. Jemma tries to start up a conversation again.
JEMMA: So, you’re going on holiday or something?
CHRIS: Why would you think…oh, the luggage. Uh, no, not a holiday.
CHRIS: Is this any of your business?
JEMMA: Guess not…
Silence falls between them again. Jemma continuously paces up and down, occasionally leaves the stage and comes back to her bag again.
CHRIS: Aren’t you a little young to be traveling on your own, kid?
JEMMA: I’m eighteen.
CHRIS: And you’re going on a train to London because…?
JEMMA: I don’t think that’s any of your business.
CHRIS: Well if you’re running away or something…
JEMMA: What, you’ll call the police on me?
CHRIS: No. I won’t. But we are going to be here for an hour, so you might as well tell me what you’re running away from.
JEMMA: Like you said, we have an hour. I can tell you later.
Jemma gets up, stretches her legs and grabs a purse from her duffel bag.
JEMMA: Do you want anything to eat? That vending machine has Walkers and Cadbury stuff in it.
CHRIS: No thanks, kid.
JEMMA: My name’s Jemma.
CHRIS: My name’s Chris.