[Gary leaves from college, holding his head down, as it continues to rain. He’s thrown his coat back on and blue scarf on his neck. He’s still upset, carrying a cup of hot chocolate, as he makes his way through the car park and leaves, occasionally taking a drink from it. He walks past a specific car, a red Mini Cooper with the lights off, as he gets a text on his phone. He pulls it out his pocket and reads the text.]

Chelsea: [text only] Boo! :P

Gary: [confused] What-

[Very suddenly the Mini blasts its horn out, Gary screaming and backing away from it. He groans, looking into the car as a madly laughing Chelsea climbs out. She’s wearing a blue hoodie, hood up, and a pair of jeans with a large hole in the leg. She leans onto her door, giggling madly.]

Gary: [annoyed] Really?

Chelsea: [laughing] Sorry, I just… I just…

[She suddenly bends over at the middle, laughing harder. Gary rolls his eyes, moving over to the door.]

Gary: [annoyed] It wasn’t even that funny.

[Chelsea quickly shoots up, smiling.]

Chelsea: [laughing] Oh yes it was…

[Her smile quickly fades, her laugh stopping, as she looks at Gary properly. She frowns.]

Chelsea: Have you been crying?

[Gary rolls his eyes, starting to walk off.]

Gary: It doesn’t matter. I’ll see you later!

Chelsea: Well, hey, wait! At least let me give you a lift home!

[Gary stops, turning around and looking at Chelsea.]

Chelsea: If I promise not to go “boo”, will you let me drive you home?

[Gary sighs, walking back over to the car and opening the doors to the backseat.]

Gary: I didn’t even know you could drive yet.

[Chelsea gives a nervous chuckle as Gary gets in and gets comfy. Chelsea quickly gets back in the car.]

Chelsea: [worried] Yeah, let’s try and be quick so my dad doesn’t find out, alright?

[She turns around and smiles to Gary, before focusing on the car. It starts to drive with a sudden push, before it quickly slows back to a more reasonable pace and leaves the car park. Inside the car Gary is clinging onto the door, visibly worried, as Chelsea stiffly moves to drive it.]

Gary: [worried] Please tell me you know what you’re doing.

Chelsea: [worried] I… am giving you… a lift home.

Gary: Oh jesus fuck, we’re going to die.

[Chelsea looks behind her at Gary.]

Chelsea: [annoyed] Hey, we’re not going to-

Gary: [panicking] What are you doing? Watch the road!

[Chelsea quickly turns back to look forward, staring straight ahead.]

Chelsea: [panicking] Stop yelling, you’re making me nervous!

Gary: [panicking] Fine!

[The two go silent, Gary taking deep breaths to try and calm down.]

Chelsea: S-so what were you at college for?

Gary: Therapy.

Chelsea: Right, cool… really?

Gary: [surprised] Wha- yes! Hey, I’m allowed to have issues too!

Chelsea: I didn’t say that!

Gary: [annoyed] You were thinking it! Y'know, it's not that hard to come over to me and just say something like “Hey Gary, how’s your day been?” or “Hey Gary, what you doing later? Let’s do something” or “Hey Gary, let’s talk about something other than our fucking superpowers!”

[The car skids to a halt at red light, parking itself. Chelsea turns around.]

Chelsea: Where the hell is all of this coming from?

[Gary quickly leans over the chairs.]

Gary: I’m just saying that it wouldn’t hurt, once in a while, to ask how I’m feeling!

Chelsea: [defensive] We have other problems right now!

Gary: You always fucking do! The therapist agrees, all this power shit is completely ruining the relationship that-

[Chelsea quickly grabs him and pulls him tightly into the chair.]

Gary: Wha- hey!

Chelsea: [worried] Y-you didn’t tell him…?

Gary: What?! No! Of course I didn’t!

Chelsea: But you said-

Gary: I used metaphors! I’m not an idiot, y’know!

[The car behind them honks its horn, getting both their attention. Chelsea groans and goes back to stiffly driving the car.]

Gary: You stole the car, didn’t you-

Chelsea: [quickly] I don’t wanna talk about it. Let’s just go take you home.

[Gary nods, falling back in his seat and getting comfy. He looks out the window as they drive away, the streets passing by quickly until he makes it home. The Mini passes by a white van outside Gary’s house as it enters the drive.]

Chelsea: [nervous] And break… break, break-

Gary: Please tell me you remember the-

[The car very abruptly stops, Gary getting gently knocked forward into the seat in front. Chelsea turns back to him, chuckling a bit.]

Chelsea: [nervous] S-sorry.

Gary: It’s fine… thanks for the lift.

[Gary very quickly gets out the car, closing it behind him. Chelsea follows after him as he gets to his front door.]

Chelsea: Wait, Gary!

[Gary groans, turning his attention to Chelsea.]

Chelsea: Look, um… if you have any problems, seriously, just tell us. You know that I’ll listen.

Gary: [tired] Yeah… yeah, right. Okay. Just get your car back to your dad before you get arrested or something.

Chelsea: [chuckling] Sure, because Gary Gray wouldn’t love a jailbreak.

[He opens the door and enters the house. As he closes the door, Chelsea gives a little wave to him and sighs.]

Chelsea: Fuck…

[Chelsea mumbles to herself as she gets back into the Mini, roughly managing to pull it out the drive and down the street with a series of near-misses with other cars. Once she’s away from the house, the van door opens and Humphrey steps out. He’s changed his outfit to be a black pinstripe suit with dark blue lines, a black buttoned shirt and a cyan tie tucked under his suit. He has leather gloves on and carries in his hands his featureless mask and a fedora. Humphrey sighs to himself as he moves to stand in front of the house, staring at it silently for a few moments. He looks towards the abandoned room with cobwebs in the window, seeing vines tracking along the outside wall and leading up to it. He nods and places the fedora underneath his arm, putting on the featureless mask. His voice becomes more high pitched with it on.]

Dumpty: Now then…

[He pulls the hat from his arm and places it on his head.]

Dumpty: Let the Angel of Death commence.