A couple, he somewhere in middle age, around his fifties (according to the stage directions), she in her thirties arrive at a house by the ocean, in a remote and lonely location. Here they are finally going to be alone, alone together, away from everyone and everything. But she is worried. “Someone is going to come” she laments. Their perfect solitude will be shattered by outsiders, she’s convinced of this. He tries to reassure her that no one will come, they will just be alone, together.
Of course, someone does come. Their closest neighbour, the young man in his twenties who sold them the house, is clearly desperate for company, what with living in such a lonely and remote location. The man hides as he approaches, and watches the neighbour’s somewhat needy conversation with the woman. He is racked with jealousy. Perhaps she wasn’t lamenting earlier? Perhaps she wanted someone to come? Maybe she’d rather talk to the young man than be alone with him in their new home?