[Transitions to the afternoon with students leaving the college. There’s a large crowd outside the front leaving and talking. Focus then moves onto Sissel, now out of bed and wearing a zipped up red hoodie with jeans, keeping his head down and walking into the college. He pushes through a crowd, makes it into the building and walks through the rather empty space. There are a few scattered chairs and tables without people around them, Sissel passing past them without taking notice. He continues through a few corridors, the chatter of people in the background. Eventually it cuts to him opening a door into a blue classroom, the edges lined with computers and desks with a projector on the roof. There is a teacher in there, male in his mid-40’s with dark brown hair, receding hairline. He’s wearing a faint yellow button up shirt with a blue striped tie and black dress trousers. He’s on his computer, hooked up to the projector, showing a powerpoint. He glances over his shoulder and sees Sissel, then looks back at his computer.]

Goldberg: Cecil Mastin?

[Sissel nods.]

Goldberg: Sit down.

[Sissel moves onto a computer next to the door, turning it on. Goldberg glances over again.]

Goldberg: Username is your surname, then first initial capitalized. Password is just password, you can change that.

[Sissel logs in with MastinC. Computer boots up to Mac. Goldberg finishes on a powerpoint slide and gets up, going over to Sissel. He gets out a pen and paper, scribbling some numbers down.]

Goldberg: I’ve got an arrangement with somebody so… I won’t be able to stay around today. There will be another student with you, little ahead, so they should help you catch up. All the infos in the powerpoint, have a look at that if you’re stuck. If you need me, for any reason…

[Goldberg pockets his pen and pushes the paper in front of Sissel, having a phone number.]

Goldberg: Call that. Okay?

[Sissel nods.]

Goldberg: You… don’t talk much, do you?

[Sissel shrugs, Goldberg gives a sigh.]

Goldberg: Fair enough… see you tomorrow, in class preferably.

[Goldberg starts to leave. The door opens before he gets there, with an unseen individual in the way while the camera focuses on Sissel’s face.]

Goldberg: [quietly] He’s all yours.

[The person enters the room as Goldberg closes the door behind him. The character moves behind Sissel’s chair and puts his hands on it, huffing.]

Vince: What are we gonna do with you then?

[Sissel gives a confused look, turning slowly. Vince backs away from the chair slightly, smiling. Sissel gives a smirk, standing up himself.]

Vince: Just… just for a heads up, from what I heard out there, you aren’t doing that selective mute shit, are ya? Because nothing against it, but that is gonna piss me off a bit.

[Sissel shakes his head.]

Sissel: [slowly] No, I’m just… sorry, I didn’t know you were on my course.

Vince: You’re my cousin! Someone has to keep an eye on ya.

[Vince smiles, then holds his arms out.]

Vince: Come on big man.

[Sissel moves over and they give each other a hug. Vince pats Sissel on the back, then the hug breaks.]

Sissel: It’s kinda weird not being the one to offer the hugs.

Vince: Nah, it’s fine, you’ll get back into it.

Sissel: [scoffing] That’d be nice.

[Vince smiles.]

Vince: Two months, we were all away from each other. Because of what happened. That is a lot of time to make up for.

Sissel: Well… I’ll talk to the rest of the Tea Party at some point later then.

Vince: No need, they’re just outside.

Sissel: [surprised] W-why? It’s-

Vince: To catch up! Make up for it! Come on… Tracey wouldn’t want you like this.

[Sissel gives a sigh, looking down.]

Sissel: Well… you’re not wrong. But I do need to catch up.

Vince: We can do it after, it’s fine. I’ve got the stuff at home, I can… I can tutor you.

[Sissel looks up, thinking.]

Sissel: If you’re sure then… let’s go.

[Sissel rather quickly moves out the door, Vince smiling and following after. It cuts as they both get outside, the rest of the group there. The area is large, surrounded by classrooms but with a staircase into a car park. Chelsea pops a party popper and Gary readjusts a large bag on his back. Liv is slightly away from the rest of the group, staying away from ]

All, bar Liv: Surprise.

[Sissel gives a wave and a half-hearted smile.]

Sissel: Hiya.

[Gary quickly moves to the side, dropping the bag on the floor.]

Gary: Right, let’s cut the crap and get to it. We got… Chelsea, time.

Chelsea: 5:05pm. Good to see ya again.

[Chelsea gives Sissel a handshake.]

Leigh: Same dude, good to see you.

[Leigh leans over, Sissel gives him a handshake.]

Gary: 5:05, we’ve got until six o’clock so let’s get to it.

[Gary opens up the bag as everyone else comes around it. Liv comes up behind Sissel and puts a hand on his shoulder. He turns for a moment, then disregards her. Gary starts to rummage through the bag.]

Gary: I grabbed a few things for us to play with during our little catch-up like, um… Sissel, heads up.

[Gary chucks up a Chocolate Orange, which Sissel catches. He gets back into the bag, starting to empty its contents.]

Gary: [unpacking] That. We’ve also got… twelve cans of purple spray paint… two cans of pink spray paint, five rubber cat masks, a tub with a pork and egg sandwich… um… oh, and a fluffy blanket.

Leigh: [confused] Seriously?

Gary: Yeah, what’s wrong with that? It’s cold, I wanted a blanket.

[Gary opens the tub and takes out the sandwich, eating it.]

Chelsea: [confused] Anyway… um, Leigh, got the plan?

Leigh: Oh yeah!

[Leigh runs up and grabs a can of purple spray paint, standing in front of the group and holding it triumphantly in the air.]

Leigh: Okay, let’s just make this quick. We’re here now, this place is gonna know it. At the most, we’ve got three years here so let’s make sure we leave our mark.

[He turns around and points over to a doorway that leads to a corridor.]

Leigh: Down that way and along a couple of corridors, there is a staircase. On that staircase, there is a lovely picture that I can’t tell for the life of me what it actually is or means.

[He turns back to the group, shaking the can.]

Leigh: We’re gonna spray paint the Cheshire Cat on top of it.

Sissel: [concerned] I-isn’t that vandalism? And also a crime?

Leigh: Yep.

Sissel: [concerned] And… and we’re just gonna go through with that?

[Chelsea moves over, patting him on the shoulder.]

Chelsea: It’s okay, we won’t get caught or anything. We’ll have masks and you will be look out.

[Sissel looks over and sees Gary handing out the masks, coloured purple. Everyone is grabbing cans, with Liv being very hesitant to.]

Sissel: Well… that’ll be a bit better.

Chelsea: If anyone comes, you put up your hood and give the signal. Then we run. If you get caught, then we find a way to shift the blame.

[Liv looks over.]

Liv: [sarcastic] When did you become a criminal mastermind?

[Chelsea puts a finger to her lips and shushes Liv.]

Chelsea: [quietly] Be honest, you wanna do this with us?

[Sissel thinks for a moment. He then nods.]

Sissel: [quietly] Okay.

[Chelsea pats him on the back. She moves away and past the group, as Gary picks up the bag. Leigh passes her a mask, which she quickly puts on her head.]

Chelsea: We all ready? Let’s move! Go team!

[The group, all wearing masks on top of their heads and carrying cans, follow Chelsea. Sissel hesitates a bit, but then comes to follow them. There’s a clutter behind him, which causes him to quickly turn around. He looks behind him and sees nothing, looking confused, as the group head through the doorway. Vince holds the door, looking back at Sissel.]

Vince: Cecil, you coming?

[Sissel nods, turning back and going through the doorway. Vince lets him pass then closes the door behind them. As the door closes, a shot through the window shows a character appear. They’re tall and abnormally skinny, appearing vaguely anorexic. They’re wearing a white button shirt with red splashes on it, with black trousers and shoes. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up, his hands covered by white leather gloves. The face is covered by a polygonal mask, resembling a rabbit with large prominent ears.]