Kate walks out on stage and walks toward a chair with an envelope lying on the seat. She picks up the envelope and sits down on the chair. She opens the envelope. Inside is a handwritten letter. Kate reads the letter out loud. 

Dear Future Kate, 

It is 4:41 pm on November 6, 2018. I’m feeling pretty blank inside. I know that is a defensive thing I do when I’m really worried about things I can’t do anything about.

I guess it’s better than feeling all the bad things right at this moment. I know they are hanging out way over there, just beyond the mist. I don’t see them, but I know they’ll be here soon enough. 

I should just enjoy the not feeling while it lasts. That is the tricky part though. How do you enjoy something when you’re not feeling?

See you tomorrow,
Kate

Kate folds the letter and returns it to the envelope. She looks at the audience. 

Curtain.