1.)

(Aubrey has his head in his ring-festooned hand, glaring forward as contemplates his malice.)

AUBREY: Then-- Then we call upon the worshippers to rain down our vengeance!

2.)

(Aubrey is in his library, playing avant with Sarah. Tristan is bored, with arms crossed and eyes heavy-lidded.)

AUBREY:That always works for me.

SARAH: Yes! Oh, that’s a... good idea!

AUBREY: They’ll tear him asunder.

SARAH:Yup.

3.)

(As Aubrey and Sarah continue the interminable game, Tristan leaves. From the next room, voices are heard.)

AUBREY: Then, hm... virgin’s blood...

SARAH: Uh huh...!

??: So when Theodore comes around I’ll-- Ok, ok so I’ll be like--

4.)

(In the background, Tristan looks shocked, as Ellen appears to be impaled with a sword, and Helen appears to be in flames.)

ELLEN: I’ve been impaled on my own sword!

HELEN: No! I’ve been set ablaze!

ELLEN:Don’t do that one in front of dad.

5.)

(No longer on fire, Helen embraces Tristan with one arm and holds his hand with the other.)

HELEN: Hey champ, cheer up! I wasn’t actually on fire!

6.)

(Elsewhere, tank topping Vitus is moving lumber in a wrecked up place with peeled purple paint - the Sombreta estate.)

7.)

(Vitus whistles as he picks up debris in the ruined place.)

8.)

(In a drop-ceilinged dojo, a martial artist of great skill is sparring with several people at once. From off-panel, master Charles Keith comments.)

CHARLES: His technique is... Well, is that even a technique? It works, but...

9.)

(On the sidelines, Francesca cheers on the furious fighter, annoying Master Keith as he conemplates the scene.)

FRAN:WOOP WOOP! GO DEMY!

10.)

(Under a starry sky, a rowboat floats with two figures on top: one reclining and one sitting on the edge.)

LUCRICIA: There’s not much to say, they’re waiting for you.

THEODORE:It’s to be expected... I’m ready.

11.)

(Closer, we see Theodore with his hands loosely over his heart, looking soulful.)

THEODORE: I don’t know what to do about Jack. Will he come back to me?

12.)

(Lucricia looks down at reclining Theodore.)

LUCRICIA: Do you love him?

THEODORE: Like a brother?

LUCRICIA: Uh. Like a lover?

13.)

(Theo looks slightly stern.)

THEODORE: What?! No! Friendship, Lucricia. Friendship.

14.)

(Theodore looks to the stars, lost in thought.)