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Episode Two . Int. Rex’s Bedroom.
FX: All is calm except the sound of Skardy scraping against the door every now and then.
Paul:Well, she’s certainly calmed down now.
John:Yes, she seems a lot happier.
Rex: But still out for the count.
John: I think she’s just sleeping.
Paul:Any clues then Columbo?
John: [IGNORING THE JIBE] If I didn’t know better I’d say she was a normal, healthy 17-year-old sap.
Rex: Sap?
John: Er, I mean, girl. There’s no physical damage that I can see. She’s just exhausted.
Paul: Oh yeah, she’s normal all right. As long as she was off to a fancy dress party when we found her. Is that really how people dressed in the eighties? Nice leg warmers!
John: Just be glad you missed the seventies.
Paul: Trust me, I always am. I wouldn’t have suited a basin.
Rex: I still think we should call a doctor in? Doctor Pegg is away at a conference, but he gave us all contacts for the surgery at Radstock. I’m going to see if I can find the number.
John: OK then.
FX: Rex leaves the room.
Paul: Is that such a good idea. Having a sap Doctor poking around?
John: It’ll keep him busy for now at least, give him something to do.
Paul: I wonder where Ele’s got to.
John: You’re right, she’s been gone ages now. Hang on, I’ll contact her.
John calls telepathically.
John: Elena. Can you hear me?
Elena:Yes John. I’m here.
John: Are you all right?
Elena: Other than the deadly plague of the feathered variety, yeah we’re doing fine.
John: What do you mean?
Elena: Don’t worry; I’ll explain when I see you. There’s just been some weird stuff going on, that’s all.
Paul: Ain’t that the truth.
John: [ANNOYED AT THE INTRUSION] Paul!
Elena: What do you mean Paul?
Paul: Hasn’t he told you yet? It’s Clare Jones. She’s re-appeared.
Elena: You’re joking? When?
John: About an hour ago, up in the woods.
Paul: Right in front of us. All very David Blane.
Elena: Is she ok?
John: Resting for now. But I’ll be happier if you could join us. Can you get back?
Elena: You don’t have to ask twice. I’ve been dying to find an excuse to get out of here.
John: OK, Elena. See you in a bit.
Paul: Weird stuff eh? Now there’s a novelty. Do you think they’ll ever do a reality TV show on us. “I’m a Tomorrow Person, Get Me Out Of Here.” It’ll be a killer. Ratings through the roof.
John: As always, I have no idea what you’re babbling on about. I’m going to have a chat with Rex. See if I can get some more answers. You stay here and watch over Clare. Let me know if everything happens.
Paul: A babysitting job? To be honest I think that’s all I’m up for at the moment. Oh and John?
John: Yes?
Paul: Can you see if you can stop that flaming dog scratching against the door? It’s giving me the willies.