Another ensemble, physicalized as a small car, comes on from stage right. A small portion of people makes up the car.
Driver:
BEEP! BEEP! Taxi service. Get your taxi service here. Available and free! Get your taxi service right here!
The Prisoner enters from the centre, walking straight down into the vehicle.
The Prisoner:
Take me to the next stop.
Driver:
You would like to go to the Green Dome? But sir...
The Prisoner:
Just drive! That's what you're paid for!
They move, the wheels provided by the soundscapes of the people around the side of the cars.
Driver:
So, you're new here or something?
The Prisoner:
Yes!
Driver:
Ah. What did they get you for? I in fact resigned from being a taxi driver because in the end I found it too boring and then they gave me this job here.
The Prisoner:
They?
Driver:
We're nearly here sir.
The wheels stop. He jumps out and runs back at the end. The Green Dome was at the back.
Well he's sure going to end up just as dead as the other guy.
They then drive off back to stage left before we hit a blackout.