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(The rain falls hard on a humdrum Jack, disheveled and carrying one bag.
Colorful posters line the telephone poles and the air is thick with humidity.)
(Karl comes up from behind Jack and reaches out a hand.)
KARL: Hey! Jack?
(Somehow he has surprised the vampire. Jack is appalled by the circum-
stance, and still looking a bit mangled. At least he has his eyeballs now.)
KARL:Hey! I’m sure you’re
busy but I was in the--
JACK: Ahh!! How’d you
(Karl does awkward charm thing while quietly furious Jack glares at his treacherous phone.)
KARL: Uhh I used the GPS
JACK: Shit. I forgot
to log out.
(Karl is sensitive express'n.)
KARL: I didn’t mean to bother you,
it’s just been a little while. Are you okay?
(Jack buries his head in a starry scarf and looks away.)
JACK: Yeah, but I have the biggest zit
ever in the universe so you
don’t want to look. I’m on an emergency run
for um, zit... stuff. Bye.
(Karl looks appropriately jilted. Play it cool, man.)
(An electronical music show plays at Rafflesia, while we hear Allison and Thierry's conversation from off panel...)
ALLISON: Maybe we didn’t
exorcise him hard
THIERRY: Exorcism is an
all or nothing
(...so far off panel that they lounge upstairs on a fancy antique couch.)
THIERRY: This is important
ALLISON: Yeah. He was
the first person
to help me. What kind of friend am I if I can’t help him
when he needs it?
(Thierry is trying to be sweety boy, but surly Allison ain't havin' it.)
THIERRY: Aw, you’re my
ALLISON: I’m not a ‘bebe’ and I’m not crying,
but you might be soon.
(Now Allison's look says she has an idea she like, and Thierry's face has fallen. No accord yet.)
THIERRY: I can find spirits but
I can’t guard against nerds
with guns, mon amie.
ALLISON: But if we get rid of
that clown for good,
that’d be a start! Then we’ll kick
nerd asses. Oh and let’s
(Negotiation continues - Thierry annoyed, Allison non-amorously solicitous.)
THIERRY: Do you understand
how much I hate
ALLISON: I’ll stop changing
the wifi password
to ‘floppy dongs’
THIERRY: Don’t say it
if you don’t