"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."

"Got me."

"Need help?"

"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."