"What am I doing?" Simon sighs. Rarely does this young actor exasperate himself. When he sets his mind upon something, there is typically a damned good reason for it. But this? "Folly." The wind is right and the sheets are full. Simon stands in the cockpit, near the mainsail, honestly stumped as to why he's taking this course. His yare Malabar VII was an investment made when he had intended to go round the world with his new bride. But professional pursuits got in the way, and the schooner instead became an escape from worldly cares and bittersweet memories. Summer is not the best season for theatre. Holidays are spent overseas and out of doors. And Simon's next show doesn't start rehearsing until October. Until then, he plans to stay as far away from New York as possible. Even if it means sailing into port in Monte Carlo. I have to see her again, Simon musters the conviction with a clockwise spin at the helm. I don't know what I'll do when this happens, but I'm certain I'll know when the time comes.