It is a badly lit hallway with stacks of boxes outside an office. The office has been labeled by some stickers on the door. The stickers have been scraped off though, but not so successfully, some stickers remain spelling: j hn w ic+. There is a gray cat lying on its side presumably sleeping. Joe walks in followed by a man in a blue business suit. He will be referred to as "Mr. Blue" They are talking about something. Joe breaks off the conversation

Joe

Is that cat dead?

Mr. Blue and Joe stand over the cat and look down on it.

Mr. Blue

Dunno (goes over to the cat and prods it with his foot.)

Don’t think so (steps on the cat kinda hard)

Uh…Yeah. My cat is dead.

Joe

What’s a dead cat doing hanging around your office?

Mr. Blue

Dunno. Suffocated probably. No blood or anything.

Kept him around for a while, didn’t know he was dead.

Didn’t bother me much lately though.

Joe

Why is it still in here?

Mr. Blue (from now on: B)

Dunno. (Opens a box of junk) just put it in here. When I move my stuff

to the new office I’ll get rid of it then.

Joe leaves the cat on the floor. Mr. Blue doesn’t make any effort to move the cat. They just stand there and stare at the cat

Joe (from now on: J)

Why not get rid of it now?

B

Not done with it.

J

What?

B

Uh…I’ll bury it. Alright lets get these boxes downtown.

They step back from the cat. Mr. Blue looks into his office one last time. He closes the door but the door is flawed so it doesn’t close, it only bangs against the frame and slowly swings open again.

J

Uh…(shrugs) Ok

B

Alright, get that box over there. (points to box)

Joe picks up the box, it starts to tip and Joe tries to catch it and overcompensates and drops it. The box opens and all manner of stuff falls out: Notebooks, file folders, smaller boxes filled with unknown substances, more sharpened pencils than one man would need, moldy old paperbacks on subjects normal people wouldn’t read about, and a genuine shrunken head. Joe jumps back

J

Aw… Whoa! What’s that?!

B (picks up shrunken head by hair)

Paperweight, you know, Paperweight, holds papers down

So The Wind doesn’t move them.

(Demonstrates by moving the head up and down)

J

You’re in an office. You don’t have a fan.

Your window doesn’t even open

B

The Wind messes up my papers anyway.

J

wind?…from where?

B

Around (gestures with hand) You know. (looks at cat)

J (peeks around corner into office)

No…

B

Well if you don’t know, it’s not important.

If you don’t know you can’t hurt yourself,

You won’t think or worry about it,

And you won’t end up with any dead cats

J

I’m sorry, run that by me again

B

If you don’t know it doesn’t cause any problems,

You don’t think about it,

It’s not important,

It doesn’t exist,

J

It might be important, it might not

B

Anything you learn is most important,

and anything you come in contact with is equally so.

J

No, not everything, if you told me you goldfish died

That wouldn’t be important.

B

My goldfish was eaten.

J (offhandedly)

Sorry to hear that…

B (triumphant)

See! That’s important now!

J

Well not really, that was just a formality.

I don’t really care.

I didn’t even know you had a gold fish.

That was just a random example.

B

Yes I had a goldfish.

I kept him in a bowl.

On my notebooks,

To keep The Wind from knocking them out of my reach.

J

John, your office doesn’t have an opening window

Where is the wind coming from?

B(sighs, gives up)

From its mother.

There. Now that I told you its important now.

Now you’re under stress.

Answers just lead to more questions.

And you won’t stop until you’ve figured it all out.

J

What is this?

What do you mean the wind has a mother?

Are you into some of that new age junk?

B

See there. Now you have 3 answers you want.

Look at what you’ve done.

When you get those answers you’ll just have more and more questions

J

If you’d just give me a straight answer I wouldn’t have anymore questions.

Anyway I don’t care anymore. I don’t have anymore questions.

B

Who ate my goldfish?

J

Well, other than that. But that question is not important.

B

All questions are important. The Wind ate my goldfish.

J

Now wait. How is the wind gonna eat your goldfish.

Did it dry it out or something? You know…

I’m tired of this…

If you have any other weird thing to say just go ahead before I leave.

B (sadly)

I don’t have to worry about The Wind moving my stuff around anymore.

J

Alright thank you for all this…you’ll just have to move all your

Boxes yourself.

B

Why

J

the wind told me so…or whatever.

B

That would be hard to do.

Seeing as how The Wind is dead.

J

Are you speaking in a code?

Is this candid camera or a police sting or something?

B

2 more questions. When will it stop?

J

You’re the one keeping it going…

B(interrupts)

That was a rhetorical question.

Let me give it to you simple:

I have the shrunken head

And the goldfish bowl.

To hold my papers and books down.

So The Wind wont mess them up or knock them over

or get paw prints all over them.

I got a goldfish to put in the bowl

Then The Wind ate my goldfish.

J

Well I really gotta…

B

Don’t interrupt

My gold fish was rather large

And it suffocated The Wind.

I will dispose of The Wind when I finish moving the boxes

To my new office.

I’m not done with it.

I’ll bury The Wind.