MRS. SING wanders into the hotel lobby, where there is a small store. She lifts a bikini off a hanger and holds it in front of her body, turning this way and that in front of the mirror. She feels tremendously lonely. DAN is nearby, singing “Submarines Don’t Mind.”
“Submarines Don’t Mind”
Submarines don’t mind
Spending their time in the ocean
Spending their time in the ocean
(repeat and repeat…)
(As she moves back and forth in front of the mirror, she begins to feel even worse. She puts the bikini back on the hanger, then goes to the hotel phone, begins dialing, then puts down the phone slowly. She looks around the lobby, then hurries into an elevator, having made up her mind.)