In Memoriam

Dante continues walking, and turns the corner to see Graham..

Graham: Ah! Dante!

Graham quickly covers a bruise on his neck.

Graham: How are you?

Dante, angrily: Your neck!

Graham: What?

Dante: Why is it red?!

Graham: It’s nothing.

Dante as Graham shirks away: What do you mean nothing?! Its a bruise!