That’s not to say that we need to be given all of the answers, to have everything spelled out for us completely, but Abigail remains inscrutably vague to the end. It would be a fascinating exercise to reorder the script here, reconstruct Doyle’s writing to see if that really is the case but in its current state, directed by Joshua McTaggart over the course of an initially intriguing hour, the play still proves frustratingly ephemeral.
A man in his 40s meets a woman in her 20s in a Berlin airport and a relationship ensues, flashes of which are then presented to us – the romance and reality, the crash and burn, the middle, the end, the beginning. But whilst some things become clear across time, her childhood trauma, his curiosity to explore the world, far too much remains enigmatic and to put it bluntly, it becomes hard to engage any sort of real empathy.