CRISIS!!
A NERDY YOUNG MAN SITS AT A TABLE. HE IS OBVIOUSLY AGITATED. HE ATTEMPTS TO LIGHT A CIGARETTE TO CALM HIS NERVES AND FAILS BADLY (crumpling cigarette or perhaps lighting sleeve on fire, etc.).
MAN: God damn everything! My life is a mess! Why do I even bother to live anymore?!
WOMAN ENTERS. SHE RESEMBLES THE MAN BUT WEARS CONTRASTING COLORS.
WOMAN: Hello, Harry.
MAN IS INTRIGUED.
MAN: How did you know my name?
WOMAN: I am your anima: the shadowy feminine aspect of your unconscious. I know everything about you.
MAN IS NERVOUS.
MAN: Oh, hell...
WOMAN: I have come to help you. I know you're very unhappy, but I think if you let me into your life, you'll attain inner happiness, insight...enlightenment!
MAN: Do you have a match?
WOMAN: I don't smoke.
MAN: Figures.
MAN SHOOTS SELF.