[The curtain opens to display a simply dressed man seated on the edge of a cloud, dangling his bare feet into the mist below. A gentle voice begins to speak, seeming to come from everywhere.]
God: There are people at the gate, Peter.
Peter: I know father.
God: Why are you not there?
Peter: I cannot find any of my records for them. I must have lost them! I am but a failure to you!
God: It is all right, Peter. [A slight haze clears in front of peter.] Why don't you try the choosing game?
Peter: The Choosing game?
God: you tell them there is limited space in--
Peter: Yes! that choosing game!
God: A test such as that should certainly prove character better than your balance sheet anyway.
Peter: We should know within minutes who shall--
God: Peter, give them a day. So there is time left for salvation.
Peter: Alright Father. I shall return to watch from here in ten minutes time.
God: Strength, Peter. I shall see you then.
[The auditorium darkens to black.]