Howie: I don't know. Something though. We'll figure it out.
Becca: Will we?
Howie: I think so. I think we will.
Silence. They just sit for several beats, not even looking at each other. They're scared. Then Becca takes Howie's hand. They hold on tight. And the lights slowly fade.
-- Rabbit Hole, by David Lindsay-Abaire. An excerpt.
I'm okay with the one I've found myself in.