"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
"Well it looks to me like you're throwing a tennis ball at a brick wall, not catching it whatsoever, and running in the woods over there to pick it up. Over and over, never missing a beat."
"It's kind of a single-player only game. And are you lost or something? Can I help you so I can carry on with this, without being interrupted so rudely?"
"I'm not exactly sure. Can I watch?"
"I am... and I guess."
"You are what?"
"Lost. I was always just a little bit lost... Knowing what I do, I should have fought."
"Can I help with that? I think we'd both benefit from it... If I were to help."
"Maybe. Here... Catch."