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rinue/RED ROOM, NEVERLAND, INTERIOR, NIGHT./
/ROMIE and PATRICK are tangled in BEDSHEETS, her head on his shoulder, bathed in BLUE LIGHT. They look content; sated. The scarlet walls which surround them are covered in HATS of all shapes and sizes. A GAS HEATER clicks on and off, throwing auroras against the ceiling. The faint outlines of COLORED GLASS can be discerned through sheer white CURTAINS. From time to time, a HAUNTING VOICE can be heard, circling the house as it calls "Seven."/
PATRICK: You know, I thought this semester would be relatively free of drama.
ROMIE: (with incredulity) How do you figure?
PATRICK: (embarrassed) Well, I mean . . . I'm married.
ROMIE: To me.
PATRICK: (flustered) Well, yes, but I mean . . . I didn't expect to be stalked by a psychopath who thinks we have her missing dog tied up in the cellar we don't have.
ROMIE: Mmmmmm.
PATRICK: And when I saw Krista's roommate the other day, my left hand flew behind my back to hide the ring.
ROMIE: Mmmmm.
PATRICK: It was like I couldn't even control it!
/ROMIE clumsily pats PATRICK's head/
PATRICK: And have you noticed that an odd number of things break in the general vicinity of our closet even though nobody's anywhere near them at the time?
ROMIE: (yawning) Don't worry. You'll get used to it.
PATRICK: (considering) Yes. Yes; I suppose I will.
VOICE: (from off) Seven . . . . Seven . . . .
ROMIE: (kissing PATRICK's jawbone) Good night, honey.
PATRICK: (kissing ROMIE's forehead) Good night, darling.
/The LIGHT switches OFF./
/ROMIE and PATRICK are tangled in BEDSHEETS, her head on his shoulder, bathed in BLUE LIGHT. They look content; sated. The scarlet walls which surround them are covered in HATS of all shapes and sizes. A GAS HEATER clicks on and off, throwing auroras against the ceiling. The faint outlines of COLORED GLASS can be discerned through sheer white CURTAINS. From time to time, a HAUNTING VOICE can be heard, circling the house as it calls "Seven."/
PATRICK: You know, I thought this semester would be relatively free of drama.
ROMIE: (with incredulity) How do you figure?
PATRICK: (embarrassed) Well, I mean . . . I'm married.
ROMIE: To me.
PATRICK: (flustered) Well, yes, but I mean . . . I didn't expect to be stalked by a psychopath who thinks we have her missing dog tied up in the cellar we don't have.
ROMIE: Mmmmmm.
PATRICK: And when I saw Krista's roommate the other day, my left hand flew behind my back to hide the ring.
ROMIE: Mmmmm.
PATRICK: It was like I couldn't even control it!
/ROMIE clumsily pats PATRICK's head/
PATRICK: And have you noticed that an odd number of things break in the general vicinity of our closet even though nobody's anywhere near them at the time?
ROMIE: (yawning) Don't worry. You'll get used to it.
PATRICK: (considering) Yes. Yes; I suppose I will.
VOICE: (from off) Seven . . . . Seven . . . .
ROMIE: (kissing PATRICK's jawbone) Good night, honey.
PATRICK: (kissing ROMIE's forehead) Good night, darling.
/The LIGHT switches OFF./
