[The scene is a first aid station at a ski resort. It is a small room with a padded table on one side, a pile of medical equipment in the corner and a desk. At the desk is a Medic filling out some paperwork. Sitting on the padded table is Ralph, dressed in snow pants and a jacket with a helmet next to him. In front of him stands Sage, who is dressed similarly.]

[Sage turns and walks out the room. Moments later, Dave enters the room.]

Dave: There he is. [walks towards Ralph and stand in front of him.] Hey Ralph.

Ralph: Hey Dave, I think I just got hurt. I feel a little hazy.

Medic: You a friend of Ralph's? Good, he should keep talking to someone.

Dave: How is he? Is his memory coming back, yet?

Medic: Well, as I just met him, I'm not so sure what he's forgotten. Did you know what happened out there?

Dave: Not much more than you've probably been told, I didn't see what happened. I was in front of him coming down the hill.

Ralph: I think I fell, but I'm not sure. My head hurts. What did I do out there?

Dave: Well, as far as we know, you fell trying out that side path at the bottom of Lower Rumrunner, but I was ahead of you. Julia was behind you, but didn't see you fall.

Ralph: Where's Sage?

Dave: She went to get the truck. You're done for the day.

Ralph: I figured that, since I'm in this first aid room. What happened? Did I fall out there?

Dave: Yeah. You fell at the bottom of lower Rumrunner. You hit your head. You have a concussion.

Ralph: I think I hit my head. What happened? Did I fall?

Dave: Yeah, you fell out there. How far gone is your memory? What do you remember?

Ralph: I don't remember too much. I mean, not too much about today. I know you're Dave and I'm Ralph and I went snowboarding and my head hurts and I think I fell. Where's Sage?

Dave: She went to get the truck.

Ralph: Oh. I see. I must be done for the day.

Dave: Yeah. You're done for the day.

Medic: Ralph, do you remember the number I gave you?

Ralph: Number...um, no. Is it 17?

Medic: Nope. [To Dave] Dave, you can help out. We're trying to gauge if his memory is coming back. Think of a number between 1 and 100.

Ralph: If it's Dave thinking of a number, then the number must be four! [laughs].

Medic: Don't make it easy. He'll guess without remembering.

Dave: Oh, okay. I have a number. And it isn't four. Ralph, I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100...

Medic: [After a short pause.] You have to give him the number first so he can guess it. The idea is that he remembers the number a few minutes later. That way, we can tell that he's recovering.

Ralph: [excited] I got it! It's the number four! It has to be, it's Dave!

Dave: Oh, right...right. Ralph, the number is 86.

Medic: 86? That's a good number. That'll be a hard one to guess. Ralph, the number is 86.

Ralph: 86? Okay, the number is 86. Dave, I think I hit my head. What happened? I feel a little hazy.

Dave: Before I explain, remember the number 86.

Ralph: [confused] 86? Why? What's 86 got to do with anything?

Dave: We're testing your memory. You fell out there and hit your head. We want to see if your memory is coming back.

Ralph: I can't remember jack right now. My head hurts. What happened?

Dave: Well, I didn't see it, but I think you fell trying to ride that little shelf at the bottom of Rumrunner. You've been trying that all day.

Ralph: I have? Was I trying something stupid?

Dave: You've done dumber. But you were wearing a helmet.

Ralph: [Lifts Helmet, looks at it]. Good. [looks closer] I don't see a dent...[stops] Where's Sage?

Dave: [To Medic] How long is he going to be like this?

Medic: Probably for a few hours. We think he's okay. It's a good thing he was wearing a helmet.

Ralph: Yeah, I'm glad I wore my helmet. Where's Sage?

Dave: Sage went to get the truck. She's going to take you home.

Ralph: Okay. Sage went to get the truck. Where's Julia?

Dave: Julia went with Sage. She's getting her car, too. I'm keeping you company while they do this.

Ralph: I see. I'm sorry, I ruined everybody's day. Did I do something stupid?

Dave: You've done dumber. Don't worry about it, it's not like you went out there to get a concussion or something. Or at least, if you did, you don't remember.

Medic: Okay, it's been awhile. Ask him what the number was.

Dave: Ralph, what was the number?

Ralph: Number? What number? I don't know...

Dave: It was 86.

Ralph: Oh, 86...right. I'm supposed to remember that number. Sorry, I think I hurt my head. Where's Sage?

Dave: She went to get the truck.

Ralph: Oh right. I'm going home.

Dave: Exactly. Well, you almost sound like you're getting better. How much of the weekend do you remember, anyways?

Ralph: Well, I...um...I don't know. I think I remember coming here, today.

Dave: Well, do you remember what you had for breakfast?

Ralph: [Pauses, thinks] No. I don't think I had breakfast today.

Dave: You did. You had the new donut flavor at Jana's. Do you remember the donut?

Ralph: I'm happy I remember my name right now. What happened? I think I fell. Where's Sage? My head hurts. Do I have a concussion?

Dave: Okay, to recap- You fell while snowboarding, Sage went to get the truck, the number you're supposed to remember is 86, and, in case you were wondering the donut was butter creme filled with a jelly glaze and coconut sprinkles.

Ralph: Really? I don't remember eating a donut.

Dave: Well, in that case, look at the bright side. You'll get to experience the pleasure of tasting that donut for the first time all over again. Or perhaps if that donut wasn't so tasty or delicious, then the sad, sad memories of a breakfast gone wrong do not weigh on your soul...what an grand opportunity it would be to escape the weight of experience, to turn back the clock to a more innocent-

Ralph: [cuts Dave off] You realize you're making my head hurt even more than it has been. What are you talking about, anyways?

Dave: I was talking about your donut.

Ralph: I had a donut? Where's Sage?

Dave: She's gone to get the truck.

Ralph: What happened?

Dave: You fell snowboarding and hit your head. Fortunately, you were wearing a helmet.

Ralph: I figured that. Did you see me fall?

Dave: Nobody saw you fall. Best we can figure you were jumping off that little shelf at the bottom of Rumrunner.

Ralph: I see. Did I do something stupid?

Dave: You've done dumber.

Ralph: Oh, good. At least I wasn't doing something stupid. I have one more question.

Dave: Go ahead.

Ralph: [pause] What do donuts have to do with any of this?

Dave: Absolutely nothing, except you had one for breakfast, which you can't remember. Do you remember your number?

Ralph: Number, oh, right [thinks]...76? 96?

Dave: You're getting closer. It's 86.

Ralph: How about a different number, then?

Dave: But you can't remember the current number.

Ralph: But maybe I'll remember a new number.

Dave: Oh, okay, a new number. How about 45?

Ralph: 45? Good. I can remember that, that's PJ Stock's jersey number.

Dave: Oh, okay...right. Maybe that will help.

Ralph: What will help?

Dave: Knowing PJ Stock's jersey number.

Ralph: Why do I need to know that? Where's Julia?

Dave: She went with Sage. Julia's getting her car. She's my ride.

Ralph: Okay, I see. [Short pause] Where did Sage go?

Dave: To get the truck. You're done for the day.

Ralph: I figured that. I don't remember much right now, Dave. [Looks down at Dave's lift ticket.] However, by looking at you lift ticket, I see that it's February 3rd. Why do you have a lift ticket on your jacket?

Medic: [Suddenly concerned]. That might be a warning sign...

Dave: Nah, it's not, really. I have a pass, normally, but they guy at the window wouldn't let me use it. It's a long story. Ralph, do you remember any of my problems earlier today? Of needing 20 bucks to buy a lift ticket?

Ralph: Nope, I'm a little hazy on things right now.

Dave: Well, I borrowed 20 dollars from you. You remember that I owe you 20 dollars?

Ralph: No, I don't. You owe me 20 dollars?

Medic: Hmm..well I guess today is your lucky day, Dave, he doesn't remember you owe him money. I guess you don't have to pay him, now.

Dave: But I always try to pay him back.

Ralph: Yeah, Dave always tries to pay me back. What, did you borrow some money from me?

Dave: Yeah, twenty dollars. By the way, Ralph. What's the number I gave you?

Ralph: 86?

Dave: Nope, that was the last number I gave you. It's 45.

Ralph: Oh, that's PJ Stock's jersey number. You have to stop giving me all these numbers. I have a hard enough time keeping numbers straight when I'm not hurt.

[A short pause occurs in which nobody speaks].

Dave: Okay, Ralph, I'm going to be proactive this time. You fell and hit your head. You were at the bottom of Lower Rumrunner. Nobody saw you fall, but we don't think that you were doing anything stupid. Sage is gone to get the truck, as you are done for the day. Julia went with Sage, because she is getting her car. You're number to guess is forty-five, you had a jelly donut for breakfast, and I owe you twenty dollars. Any questions?

Ralph: Yeah. Was I carried here, or did I walk?

Dave: You walked.

Ralph: Good, good. I don't remember much from today. I'm a little hazy.

Dave: How about yesterday? Do you remember yesterday?

Ralph: [Thinking hard] Um...nope. What's so special about yesterday.

Dave: My car was stuck in the snow. You helped me pull it out. [To Medic] Should I be concerned that he doesn't remember yesterday?

Medic: Well, he should get checked out if he's lost some long-term memory. Let's try a few things. Ralph, when did you graduate from high school?

Dave: Oh, be fair. He wouldn't remember that if he was fine.

Ralph: Um, uh...yeah, that's tough...1994?

Dave: Wrong answer, it was 1995. I'm pretty sure you forget that without the help of a hit on the head.

Medic: Okay, how about this. Ralph, how old are you?

Ralph: Oh, I'm 26 years old.

Dave: Wrong again. You're 25. It's February, Ralph, and you're not 26 until next month.

Ralph: Oh, close enough.

Dave: [To Medic] Should I be concerned that Ralph appears to have been knocked into next month?

Medic: Then again, given the previous answer of 1994, one could argue that he had a year knocked out of him. I'm concerned enough to suggest he see a doctor when he makes it back to town.

[Sage and Julia enter the room]

Sage: I'm back. How's Ralph?

Dave: To him, it's as if you never left.

Ralph: Sage, go get the truck. I'm done for the day.

Medic: It's time to take him home. He seems to be getting a little better, but it might be a good idea to take him to see a doctor.

Sage: Okay. How bad is he? [Takes Ralph's arm and starts leading him across the room]

Dave: He thinks he's twenty-six years old.

Ralph: Oh wait, I'm twenty-seven.

Julia: You better not be. That would make me twenty-seven.

Dave: ...and you would've graduated high school in 1993.

Sage: Well, I'm taking him to see a doctor, then home. [To Medic] Thanks for your help.

Medic: No problem. I hope he gets that year back.

[Sage and Ralph leave the room.]

Dave: [To Medic] Thanks for your help.

Julia: Yeah, thanks. [To Dave] How is he?

Dave: He's okay, I guess. I just have one question.

Julia: Yes, what's that?

Dave: Should I be concerned that PJ Stock's number is 42, not 45?

Julia: What?

Dave: I'll explain in the car.

[Dave and Julia leave the room. The stage darkens.]