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[Here screams a girl. She’s in a semi-fetal position, arms around nothing. The first thing she notices is that nothing has hit her – the second is that nobody is protecting her.]
Ryan?
[She opens her eyes. Maybe you see this woman going crazy in front of you or maybe you’re witnessing it on the network. She feels down her body before sitting up.]
I’m in another coma. Great. Except – no Ryan. So, is this alt-world the sequel? Is this like some Sci-Fi movie? Different futures each time? I really need to stop getting hurt because I can’t fix any more alt-worlds. I'm taking a stand right now. No more comas.
[She stamps and crosses her arms.]
...Ryan? Ryan?
[She takes a few steps forward, kicking her device.]
Oh. [Well, that needs to be picked up.] So much more handy then the trip to first alt-world. Although, it was a little more kismet-y with the, we’ll just find each other. Not hating the addition of technology. Convenient.
[At first she holds it like a telephone.]
Ryan? Ryan?
[And because she’s Taylor, she’s a device expert in seconds. Well, after pulling it from her ear.]
Video chat. Pretty nifty. You get a few more points. [She blinks into the screen.] Hello? Ryan? Can you hear me? Earth to Ryan. [A beat.] Maybe Ryan’s not in this one. Great. I’m alone – near a fountain. And I’m talking to myself in public out loud. That’s not embarrassing at all, Taylor. Okay, calm down. This isn’t that bad. You just have to – right something that’s wrong – or find your mom!
I’m sure in this reality I’m a hermaphrodite.
One thing at a time. [She brings the device up to her face again.] If anybody out there can help me, my name is Taylor Townsend. I’m looking for either a Veronica Townsend or Ryan Atwood – [to herself] maybe a bathroom. Alt world part une was so much better.
Ryan?
[She opens her eyes. Maybe you see this woman going crazy in front of you or maybe you’re witnessing it on the network. She feels down her body before sitting up.]
I’m in another coma. Great. Except – no Ryan. So, is this alt-world the sequel? Is this like some Sci-Fi movie? Different futures each time? I really need to stop getting hurt because I can’t fix any more alt-worlds. I'm taking a stand right now. No more comas.
[She stamps and crosses her arms.]
...Ryan? Ryan?
[She takes a few steps forward, kicking her device.]
Oh. [Well, that needs to be picked up.] So much more handy then the trip to first alt-world. Although, it was a little more kismet-y with the, we’ll just find each other. Not hating the addition of technology. Convenient.
[At first she holds it like a telephone.]
Ryan? Ryan?
[And because she’s Taylor, she’s a device expert in seconds. Well, after pulling it from her ear.]
Video chat. Pretty nifty. You get a few more points. [She blinks into the screen.] Hello? Ryan? Can you hear me? Earth to Ryan. [A beat.] Maybe Ryan’s not in this one. Great. I’m alone – near a fountain. And I’m talking to myself in public out loud. That’s not embarrassing at all, Taylor. Okay, calm down. This isn’t that bad. You just have to – right something that’s wrong – or find your mom!
I’m sure in this reality I’m a hermaphrodite.
One thing at a time. [She brings the device up to her face again.] If anybody out there can help me, my name is Taylor Townsend. I’m looking for either a Veronica Townsend or Ryan Atwood – [to herself] maybe a bathroom. Alt world part une was so much better.
