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(Allison and Thierry get out of a taxi at night. Thierry is on the phone.)
was fast. ‘Between worlds’?
What does that
(Allison grumps at him.)
ALLISON: Uh, like
something? You didn’t
(On the phone Thierry has an annoyed, dismissive air and Allison scowls.)
THIERRY: Oh, of course.
I just thought that
would be too.. eh
simple! Even though it was
thanks I guess.
(At home, Allison and Thierry are in sleepy day clothes, Claude is on her lap snoozing while she pets him.)
ALLISON : So this little guy
is gonna take
so do we.
(Glorious daytime in Harlan.)
(Inside, daysick vampires awaken to an alarm clock. Claude is still managing to snooze somehow.)
ALLISON: Jack you better
appreciate this... You better appreciate
it so hard.
(Later, they've dressed lazily - Allison still in the inverted scepter shirt she slept in. Claude hovers above in a lotus
position, having just magicked them into a balmy tropical region of the spirit world. Everything is pastel wonder, shading
toward purple and pink. Nearby lurk a skeleton with a strawberry for a head, and some kind of sparkly-eyed fairy.)
ALLISON: Why don’t
we go here
THIERRY: It’s a little...
(Still in the spirit world, Thierry has dropped a pair of sunglasses on his nose and wags a finger at Claude. Allison waits with arms
folded. The strawberry has moved along, and sparkle fairy has been joined by a red spirit with little horns, feather wings, and dollish
proportions. In the far background, a sauropod dinosaur with mammal ears and a butterfly tongue attends some palm trees.)
THIERRY: Now when
make it cool. No crappy
(Claude has transformed into a giant motorcycle that leaves flaming tracks, his head is huge at the front, his furry back ready to
accommodate vampires. In the far background, the sauropod is now licking an eyeball-headed humanoid. Nearer, cartoonish monsters
in maid and nurse costumes lurk in the bushes, a weird blue bird flies by, and more ambiguous things look on from the foreground.)
ALLISON: Wow. Um...
creepy, but cool
(From a low angle we see them riding Claude, doing a flaming wheelie as palm trees slide by in the background. Allison's shades
are on now, reflecting the scenery. Allison uses Claude's horns to steer and the demon has a look of fierce determination.)
ALLISON: FUCK YEAH!
(The sky above is a blur of weirdness. Does a leering face loom there? Allison looks triumphant and Thierry smiles.)
ALLISON: OK I take it back,
this is definitely cool.
(Allison has a moment of lucidity. Palm trees slide across her shades indifferently.)
ALLISON: This is what life was supposed to be.