The scene opens up today in a spacious living room where Alicia Helmsley is seen sitting against a pillow with her knees folded on a couch, talking on the telephone as the television set in the background plays some wrestling show.
Alicia: ...Yeah, and then just sprinkle some cinnamon on top and it should turn out fine. But I'm one to go out to Crackerbarrel and get it there cause it's really good and my cooking really isn't the greatest. ...Haha, you can shutup. Still, amazingly enough cooking was one of those things that Sonic could do but no one ever knew about cause he was kind of shy about it. ...Yeah, I wish I had been done with college by the time I was sixteen, but the way he was as a kid, I'd rather live life the way I did. ...That's good. Say, how is uncle Sigfried doing? ...Well, that's at least better than how he was before the heart attack. Oh, hold on, I've got a beep on the other line.
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...Nope, sorry, he never came home last night and I don't know where he's at. ...Tuesday? Alright, I'll make sure to let him know. Thanks, bye.
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Hey, I'm back. ...Oh you know, business stuff with Dorito. ...How's the wrestling going? Well ever since NCW shutdown I've been looking more at my career in the ring. You know, wrestling an indy fed here, an indy fed there. Just some work. ...He hasn't really been doing anything. Ever since it closed he's more or less locked himself in his room, playing on his little computer all the time. ...WWCWF? Yeah, I'm glad it's here. So many old faces and so many new ones. Plus Dorito gets out of the house and can finally start making some scratch to stop draining all of the savings in his internet bills. ...How much? Thousands. It goes by the minute on being connected with that laptop to get online anywhere in the world. ...Yeah, I heard Willie Nelson does the same with his tour bus so they're always connected. But Dorito's just been cornering himself and seeking isolation from everyone else. I just hope World Wide can bring him back. ...Yeah, ever since Sonic wiped his harddrive clean of his porn, he's never been quite the same. ...Where is he? I have no idea, he never came home last night, he never bothered to call, and he never sent me an email. He could be dead for all I know. And I'm worried, cause this was the first night he's been away from his computer in months. ...Yeah, thank you.
Just then the door is heard opening and footsteps walking in.
I'm gonna have to let him go, he just got home. ...Yep, bye.
She hangs up the phone as she gets off the couch, finding Dorito walking toward the staircase, wearing a backpack as he is touching his forehead.
Alicia: Where the HELL have you been?! Do you know how worried I've been? No calls. No emails. I thought you were friggin' dead!
Dorito just pauses, lowering his hand to stare at his fingers for a second.
Alicia: Dorito?
He takes a step when she calls him once again. He momentarily pauses to slightly shift his head in her direction, but not all the way.
Alicia: Dorito? Is something the matter? What's wrong with your hand?
Again, no response. Dorito shifts his head back and begins walking up the steps.
Alicia: Kibosh did a promo on you.
He stops halfway up the steps, looking slightly back.
Alicia: He said he was going to hurt you, then questioned if you were a man, or really a boy.
Dorito: They all say the same.
Dorito turns back and takes another step when Alicia speaks.
Alicia: He also said you tell yourself lies all the time as a way of keeping control of yourself.
Dorito stops, then slowly takes a couple of steps down to look straight at her.
Dorito: Sometimes, the one with the most fear, has to lie to themself in order to build confidence in themself. Kibosh is the son of Iron Knight, who was claimed to be once a great warrior. However, Kibosh shall always be in the shadow for he doesn't know the light.
Alicia: Doesn't know the light? What is that supposed to mean?
Dorito stands silently for a couple of seconds before turning back around to look up the staircase.
Dorito: Let me shower and we'll go to Toronto.
Alicia: Dorito?
Dorito: Yes?
Alicia: Where were you last night? And why did you not leave a message for me?
Dorito sighs for a second, touching his head with his hand, then looking at the fingers for a few moments. And then, he jogs up the stairs without an answer. She walks to the base of the staircase, looking down, then looks up to see nothing at all. She frowns as she slowly looks down for a couple seconds, then turns and walks away. The scene fades to black.
