[Exterior night. Monsieur & the Yearning Heart, laying next to each other, exhausted on the screen porch in a mattress.]
Yearning Heart: Exhausted.
Yearning Heart: Fly, on my foot. I don’t want it to lay eggs in me.
Monsieur: Well, wiggle your foot, and the fly will realize you are not dead, and find someone who is.
Yearning Heart: I can’t move. Exhausted.
Monsieur: Well, then, you can see where the fly may have obtained that mistaken perception.
[[Yearning Heart] throws pillow on [Monsieur] who stands to return pillow fire. [The Fly] buzzes around the room, [Monsieur] catches [The Fly] in one hand, flings it to the the ground, and steps on it.]
Yearning Heart: My hero.