It is November. Boy and girl stand in front of the harbor with their arms over the railing, staring at a boat. Boy is on the right, girl is on the left.
Boy: You see that rope right there?
Awkward pause, Girl glances towards boy quizzically
Boy: We could climb up it and weasel our way in through that window.
Girl laughs softly
Girl: But how would we get to the rope?
Boy shakes his head
Boy: Well, you know, hypothetically it could work.
Girl smiles to herself, turns to boy
Girl: How much further do we need to get again?