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"And uh... What would you call a good finish?"

"Uh, I'm not sure I--"

A figure approaches the pair, cloaked in the tree's shadow. "Kitty?" he says.

Kitty lifts her head to get a look at the visitor. "That's me. what can... Oh God."


Wisdom steps into view, decked in his ratty trenchcoat and puffing on a cigarette. Kitty rises to her feet, looking from him to Peter and back. "This is impossible!" she says, confused.

"Yeah, well, I've got somethin' to say, all right?" Pete takes a long, final drag of his cigarette and tosses it aside. "I've been holdin' it in for a long time, but the truth is, I love you and I want us to be together. I've just never had the courage to say it until now."

Kitty steps back, confused. "Pete... You came all this way to tell me that?"

The last of the the cigarette fumes drift from Pete's mouth. "No, Kitty. I'm talking to Peter, there."

Peter stands large and imposing, but his eyes are soft. "I had nearly lost hope of ever hearing you say those words, Wisdom. I feel the same way."

They approach, while Kitty looks on in horror, helpless to stop them.

Their faces draw close.

Their lips part...

"AHHH!" Kitty awakens with a jolt, her eyes alarmed.

Peter looks at her with concern before drawing her into a comforting embrace. "Kitty! Are you--"

"Oh. Oh. Damn," Kitty says. She hugs herself and shivers.

"Bad dream," Peter says, understanding.

"Yeah, real kicker."

From a nondiscript room on the second floor of the mansion, hostile eyes watch the pair.

"You're pretty sick, you know that, Emma?" someone says.