[Sissel quickly moves into a stairwell, empty. Once he’s in, he sits down and Tracey appears behind him with Goldberg.]

Tracey: Problem?

Sissel: [worried] I need to talk to Liv and steal Goldberg’s laptop.

Goldberg: Hey, if you’re gonna be working with me, you can call me Richard.

Sissel: [worried] I need Dick’s laptop.

Goldberg: [annoyed] Okay, you… you said that too quickly.

Tracey: How do we get Richie’s laptop?

Goldberg: I prefer that. Also before you guys saw me, I was mainly just… walking-

Sissel: Correction, haunting.

Goldberg: Whatever, I was in the college. And my stuff? It’s still here too.

[Tracey and Sissel turn to Goldberg.]

Goldberg: [confused] What? The powers-that-be told them to keep my stuff.

Tracey: [surprised] That doesn’t seem professional.

Goldberg: [defensive] Probably not, but it’s still good for us.

Sissel: If we’re keeping this power a secret then we’re gonna need to get that laptop. Wherever it is.

Goldberg: Still my office, last I checked.

Sissel: Well… Go Busters!

[Sissel raises his hands up in fists, where Tracey fists bumps it. He looks to Goldberg.]

Goldberg: Yeah, I’m not doing that.

[Sissel pushes himself up.]

Sissel: Suit yourself, Dick.

[Goldberg groans as Sissel walks up the stairs and through a corridor, following after him. Tracey stays in this room. Goldberg quickly catches up to Sissel.]

Goldberg: [annoyed] Just to clarify, can you not keep calling m-

Sissel: What was your power?

Goldberg: [annoyed] Pardon?

Sissel: I need to know your power. Now.

Goldberg: I could alter the reality of things that I touched.

Sissel: [chuckling] Okay, that’s pretty cool actually.

Goldberg: And my second-

[Sissel quickly stops Goldberg in a doorway.]

Sissel: [worried] I’m sorry, did you just say second?

Goldberg: Yeah… some people get a second power.

Sissel: [worried] I…

[Sissel quickly gets his notebook out and scribbles in it.]

Sissel: [worried] I will keep that noted.

Goldberg: [confused] Anyway, my second power? I could see the future.

[Sissel nods, scribbling it down on his page as “future, 2” directly over the word “Chelsea”. He quickly closes the book.]

Goldberg: [confused] Okay, how the hell do you understand that? That’s just a mess.

Sissel: It just works, come on.

[Sissel quickly moves towards a lift, heading in with Goldberg. It starts going up.]

Sissel: Tracey already there?

Goldberg: I’d be surprised if she wasn’t.

Sissel: Then can you help me with something?

Goldberg: [confused] I already am?

Sissel: I need you to help Tracey move into a proper afterlife.

[Goldberg looks to Sissel.]

Goldberg: [surprised] Seriously?

Sissel: Look, you… you a religious man?

Goldberg: [surprised] Well… okay, yes, but I’m not even close to devout enough to understand why we’re still on Earth! We go somewhere else, I don’t know the story of how we get there.

Sissel: Yeah, well, we need to do something.

[Goldberg looks at Sissel surprised.]

Goldberg: [surprised] Why? I… based on how you were acting about it, I thought you would wanna keep her around.

[Sissel shakes his head.]

Sissel: That’s not what she deserves.

Goldberg: [surprised] Okay… okay, I’ll try and… try and find something. Anything.

Sissel: [hesitant] Thank you.

Goldberg: Just give me time.

[Goldberg slowly fades away as the door opens. Sissel makes it out and sees Tracey there, smiling.]

Tracey: Hey.

Sissel: Hey.

[They come over and hold hands, then move towards the offices.]

Tracey: Do you know your way around here?

Sissel: Shouldn’t be hard, I mean…

[Sissel opens a door to show the office rooms lined up.]

Sissel: One of these rooms is going to be missing a name surely, so just find-

Tracey: [triumphant] Did it!

[Sissel looks surprised as Tracey drags her over to the door labelled “23”. The name tag has been removed. Sissel is dumbfounded.]

Sissel: [dumbfounded] How the hell do I function without you?

Tracey: [triumphant] I ask myself every day.

[She quickly kisses Sissel and moves through the door, making him sigh.]

Sissel: [loud] I can’t do that.

Tracey: [through door] Sorry.

[Sissel grabs the door handle, shaking it a bit. He tries to push the door open, bashing into it from the side.]

Tracey: [through door] Need help?

Sissel: [loud] It’s fine, I’ll… sort it out eventually.

Tracey: [through door] Don’t need my help?

Sissel: [loud] Not right now.

[The door suddenly glows bright, scaring Sissel and making him fall back. He falls to the ground, now seen by Hyde.]

Hyde: What are you doing?

[Sissel jumps again.]

Tracey: [through door] Are you okay?

Sissel: [jumpy] I just… I-I needed to get to Goldberg’s office.

Hyde: Well it isn’t Goldberg’s office anymore, it’s mine.

[He moves in front of the door.]

Sissel: [jumpy] W-why is that?

Hyde: Well when a teacher dies…

[He moves in front of the door, sliding in “Louis Hyde” where the name tag should go.]

Hyde: And you then take their job, it usually means that they don’t get an office anymore.

[Hyde unlocks the door as Sissel gets up.]

Sissel: [jumpy] Okay.

[Hyde opens the door and finds the desk with a series of boxes across it and Goldberg’s laptop still out. He sighs.]

Hyde: I can deal with this.

[Hyde enters, Sissel quickly entering the doorway and seeing Tracey sat on the desk.]

Hyde: [joking] Even got me a free laptop!

Tracey: That isn’t his, is it?

[Sissel shook his head as Hyde turns on the laptop.]

Sissel: [hesitant] Hey, I don’t think-

Hyde: [defensive] I’m just trying to see if it works, don’t worry about it.

[Hyde turns on the computer and sees the screensaver, face dropping. He sighs and closes the laptop.]

Sissel: [confused] C-can I get it now?

Hyde: [worried] Yeah, sure. This is Goldberg’s, right?

Sissel: Yeah, it is.

[Tracey looks at Hyde’s face intensely.]

Hyde: Seems like a nice guy.

[Sissel nods, turning and walking out of the room. Once the door is closed, Hyde leans down to the desk and sighs. His phone gets a message, which he checks. The name Whitley Barbit is there.]

Rabbit: [text only] Do it now. Or else you’re gone.

[Hyde sighs, pocketing his phone. Outside, Sissel is booting up Goldberg’s computer with Tracey by his shoulder. The screensaver comes up.]

Tracey: Okay, did it! Recognize anyone?

Sissel: [certain] Nope.

[Tracey sighs.]

Tracey: Well so much for a good start.