(Still incredibly sensitive to the light, Sasha chose to wander the town at dusk. She found peace in an old abandoned cemetery, creating a temporary home inside a desecrated mausoleum. The chain lock had been broken off by vandals and the doors swung wide open at the slightest tough. It is inside the mausoleum, surrounded by stone walls and a lonely sarcophagus, that we see how vulnerable Sasha really is as Baby emerges to help her cope with her fears.)

BABY:    Aren’t you afraid?

SASHA: Afraid of what? There is no one here but us.

NEVERMORE: (interrupts) Technically speaking, however, there is someone else residing here.  (eyes shift toward the marble sarcophagus)

SASHA: He’s already dead,

I doubt there is much he can do.

(Walks over and looks at the writing inscribed on the side of the sarcophagus)

William Alexander Watson died 1869. (talking to the sarcophagus as if she expects an answer)

Well, I guess you HAVE been in here a while, huh?

Looks like everyone forgot about you too.

NEVERMORE: (sarcastic) Looks like you found someone you have something in common with.

SASHA: Oh piss off, you miserable whore!

BABY:   STOP IT!

 Don’t get so close! Y

You’ve never seen one of those things before.

What if he really isn’t dead?

Nevermore: She hasn’t seen anything out here before

                       Remember that bastard kept her all to himself

BABY:  I don’t like this

            I don’t know where I am

            I don’t even know who I am

            (screaming) SOMEONE HELP ME

(Sasha retreats to a corner of the mausoleum and sits down, rocking back and forth. Her inner-child, the part that was never developed, nurtured or had a chance to grow, has surfaced. She is trying to protect the adult Sasha from the unknown, which at this point, is everything around her)

NEVERMORE:  Ladies, could we please get it together?

                          We have a job to do

                         There are scores to be settled

                        More than one

                      Can’t have you falling apart

                       What’s done is done

BABY:         If what’s done is done

                    Can’t we just move on?

SASHA:      That would be too simple

                    Don’t you know?

                     She’s already got us in trouble

                     Playing killing games

                     I wish she would just DIE!

NEVERMORE: I can’t die, Precious

                        Haven’t you figured it out?

                       You created me, to save yourself

                      Now there is no getting out

                     I am part of you, I call the shots

                   Do as I say and you will be okay

                  Now dry your eyes and put Baby to bed

                 When night time comes,

                Nothing will be left unsaid