– We lived in utter loneliness, neither here nor there. Kit said that solitude was a better word because it meant more exactly what I wanted to say. Whatever the expression, I told him we couldn’t go on living this way.

Everything is starting to speed up now. We’ve reached a decision. Every day in every way, we’re moving closer together, happy in the knowledge that if only one of us survives, we can never be parted. Our lives are inextricably entwined, bound together by unbreakable ties.

But first we have to take care of unfinished business. Nothing must be left to chance. It is time to make a full confession. We do not have the right to remain silent. Everything we say must be taken down and used as evidence.

This is how it goes:

– Are you sure about this?
– Positive. It’s time..
– But what about...
– Listen, it’s them or us. There are no two ways about it.
– But...?
– Look, don’t worry. Nothing can come between us. We are one. By the time they realise that, it’ll be too late. We’ll be free...

I see an abandoned homestead beside a dirt track. A car pulls up in a hurry, throwing up a cloud of dust. Two people get out. A sudden gust of wind blows a tumbleweed across the front yard and a broken screen door bangs wildly against the door frame. The couple hurry up the steps and into the house. The scene is set for a showdown.

They are inside now, in the ruins of the house, but this is not a place to stay, a place where someone can live. It is a setting, a parody of a journey’s end for a culture in which the traditional certainties of home and hearth have become displaced. The light fades and we are left to imagine what might be happening inside the ruined house...

– What? What is it? What’s the ending?
– There are no endings. You should know that by now. Every ending is false. It’s like death – nobody wants to believe that it’s really over, that it’s happening to them. They just want to keep on going and going...