Caelwyn
Something’s missing.

Stacy
From where?

Caelwyn
The street.

Stacy
Be specific.

Caelwyn
I can’t.

It feels easier.

Stacy
Easier?

Caelwyn
Cleaner.

Like something rough was taken out.

Stacy
That is not an improvement.

Caelwyn
I know.

(A carriage passes. Wheels, shadow, sound—perfectly aligned.)

Caelwyn
There.

Stacy
Yes.

Caelwyn
That should feel better.

Stacy
Does it?

Caelwyn
No.

Not really.

(A pause.)

Stacy
Good.

Caelwyn
Good?

Stacy
For now.

Caelwyn
You think that goes next too.

Stacy
What?

Caelwyn
The certainty.

(She does not answer at once.)

Stacy
Yes.

Caelwyn
So it keeps what fits.

Stacy
It keeps what behaves.

Caelwyn
And the rest?

(She looks down the street.)

Stacy
It stops being missed.

Walk a street that feels calmer, cleaner, almost kinder—

and ask yourself what had to disappear to make it that way.