Alarna enters Thomas’ office and sees him on the floor. She rushes over to him, jumps at the gun and feels for his pulse. She sighs in relief and gentle tries to wake him up.
Alarna- Thomas, darling. Wake up, Thomas.
Thomas slowly opens his eyes and goes to try and get up. He stumbles and Alarna half carries him to his chair.
Thomas- Sorry for you to see me in such a mess.
Alarna- Thomas, what’s going on?
Thomas- I just… It should be me comforting you.
Alarna- No, Tom, we should be here for each other.
Thomas- You’re a good girl.
Alarna- Don’t you have a ball to go to?
Thomas- What’s the time?
Thomas- It’s not for another four hours.
Alarna- Is that all?
Thomas- It’s a long time.
Alarna- Not with you looking like that. At least five. I’m going to see what I can do. You can’t go looking like a scruff, Minister Coburn.
Thomas- Re-shuffled, everyday MP.
Alarna- A man to be reckoned with, either way.
Thomas- I have nothing left, Alarna. I’m divorced, my son hates me, I’m going to lose my job, everything.
Thomas suddenly looks up, noticing the body has gone. He stands. Shock propelling him forwards.
Alarna- What is it Thomas?
Thomas- Someone’s helped me, darling. Someone’s looking out for me.
Thomas looks to the sky, then the door.