The Ticket
Eric examines the ticket while Tappy tries to make sense of it. Something is written on the back.
EricA ticket? I don’t remember taking it. It’s just... there, folded against me, as if it’s been waiting.
EricIndoors, lights, loud music, and now a ticket. That’s either a festival with a very confused postcode, or someone’s leaving breadcrumbs with a strong beat.
EricWhat’s on it?
Tappy leans closer to the ticket, squinting at it.
TappyI can’t read it from here.
He pauses.
TappyBut it looks familiar.
He looks at Eric.
TappyTurn it over.
There’s something written on the back.
EricRight then. I’ll nudge it over with the front of me and give it a proper look. If it’s a clue, it’s been keeping it from us out of principle.