PANEL 1
Ana sits on Roberto’s bed. Roberto looks back down at his legal pad.
ANA
What are you doing?
ROBERTO
My college entrance essays.
ANA
I thought you already sent them out.
ROBERTO
This is the last one.
PANEL 2
Close up of the application on his desk. He is on the essay page. Text reads: “Personal Essay [line break] Please write below or attach document.” Below are dozens of empty lines.
ANA
(off left)
Do you need…
ROBERTO
No.
ROBERTO (CONT’D)
Thank you.
PANEL 2
Roberto, distressed. He leans back from the desk, but still does not face Ana.
ROBERTO
Any college is going to wonder what the hell I’ve been doing for the five years.
PANEL 3
Ana leans over, trying to read from the pad.
ANA
What did you say?
ROBERTO
What can I say? Jobs. A bunch of shit jobs.
ANA
Listen. There’s the fire trucks.
PANEL 4
Roberto puts his feet up on the desk. Ana leans back and looks around the room, wide-eyed and childlike.
ROBERTO
Let’s hope a nice piece of land opens up when they clear away the rubble.