(A dim-lit room. The only sound is the clacking of keys. A figure sits hunched over a keyboard, a girl with lumpy clothes and glasses.)

Terrance: (V.O. Narration) My name is Terrance Teasdale. It was another night at work, a Friday night to be exact. My partner and I were working around the clock to protect our client, Mr. Hedgecoth. It was frustrating work, but with my trusty laptop I knew I could find the one who found out who Hedgie was.

(from outside the room) Kit: OI! TERRANCE!

Terrance: (out loud) It's a good thing SOMETHING on this case is trusty.

Kit: (bursting into the room) There you are. So, I'm starved, wanna go out?

Terrance: (ignoring her question) You were supposed to meet me an hour ago, Camille!

Kit: (waving a hand fancifully) Call me Kit, for pity's sake!

Terrance: Where were you?!

Kit: (making a big show of thinking) An hour ago?

Terrance: (growling) Yes.

Kit: (shrugs) Probably asleep. Or I could have been staring at the ceiling... hmm, perhaps I should keep a journal or something...

Terrance: (fuming) Whatever. I have no idea how you got to be where you are. I'd say you belong in the mailroom, but I'm sure you'd screw up everything there, too.

Kit: Whatever, Terry. I'll bring you back something, hmm? (winks and leaves)

Terrance: (V.O. Narration) That was my partner, Kit Camille. She's infuriating, lazy, stupid, oblivious and in my mind absolutely gorgeous. Unfortunately, at the moment she's also gone somewhere. She's always dashing off or sleeping in... and then bringing me food or carrying me back to bed when I fall asleep at my computer. Oh, well.

Part Two