Chicago Has Gone

A darkened, foggy stage. Lights can faintly be seen from ground to sky. Three men enter. One eats pretzels.

Bob : Here we are. Chicago.
Larry : Where?
Sam : I don't see it Bob.
Bob : It's Chicago. Right here, we're here, it's all around.
Larry : I can't see anything in this fog.
Sam : These pretzels are making me thirsty.