Having made it to safety, Haring sits on the floor against the inside of the door.
He catches his breath and surveys the filthy interior.
There's a second door across the room, a bathroom area, a bunk bed. Maybe someone lived here once, but it was a long time ago. Now the place feels like an indoor junkyard.
The second door suddenly opens and an older man, Samuels, runs in for safety, leans against the closed door, catching his breath, much as Haring did.
Still seated on the floor, Haring stares at Samuels who does not yet see him.
When Samuels realizes he's not alone, turns and freezes at the sight of Haring.
Haring slowly stands.
The two men face off like gunslingers who each refused to leave town by sunset.
Samuels walks to the toilet, raises the toilet seat, and urinates.
Samuels passes gas.
HARING: You're leaking into my air.
Samuels continues urinating in sporadic spurts punctuated with the occasional fart.
Haring throws his hands up in disgust.
HARING (cont'd): Ugh! Stinking stink! You old groaners squeeze a furious juice through the tunnels.
SAMUELS (thinking): Once I choked on the seeds of posterity and swallowed greenly amidst the arid markets. Once, I pedaled to the eyesore to loosen the cap and splash in the pits. I found only the lonely goose of epiphany, stuffed and mounted. Now I flout the bellows of a tall offspring. Muzzle my soaps if you can and I will pop the top alone.
Samuels flushes the toilet then jiggles the handle so the tank will stop filling.
He and Haring realize the sound of the running toilet has masked the approaching swoosh of a meteor outside.
Their attention holds as the meteor passes overhead, collides with the planet somewhere with a distant muffled explosion, then quiets, leaving only the sound of the running water filling the toilet, which soon shuts off.
A moment later, the sounds of a shower of meteors. Closer. Growing louder.
When a meteor collides with the building, Haring and Samuels are thrown to the floor. The ceiling collapses around them.
Demolished debris rains down on them.
In the chaos and confusion, Samuels finds shelter under a table.
Haring lands on his back, the wind knocked out of him. For several moments he is immobile then slowly rolls over, struggles to his knees.
The destruction subsides. The worse seems over. Samuels pokes his head out of hiding.
A sudden eruption as multiple meteors strike sends Samuels back into hiding.
In the deafening roar, Haring dives to avoid huge falling chunks of debris.
A swirling dust cloud of destruction swallows them both.
To Be Continued . . .
END OF EPISODE 2
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