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Primrose’s Apartment - [Radio Playing] *Halogen lights, pave the way. Moonlit skies, touch your face.*

Somewhere Else - *Alarm Ringing*

PA - *And we can't stop staring up into outer space. We're leaving without a trace.*

SE - *Eoin slowly waking up in not-his-bed.*

PA - *Touching the clouds, never get found. Shoot straight up, never come down. Let's get lost chasing stars.*

SE -

Eoin: Ugh, my head. Woman: I had a fantastic time last night. Eoin: Oh, yeah. It was fun.

PA - *Out on the edge, losing our breath, hearts on fire in our chests. Let's get lost chasing stars, let's get lost, let's get lost.*

SE -

W: Maybe we could do it again? E: Sure, yeah.

PA - *And the future's ours, so bright so wild. Music too loud, that's our style. And I got this feeling we'll be gone for awhile. Tonight goes on for miles.”

SE -

E: I’ll call you.

Primrose: My name is Primrose Douglas. I’ve been assigned as your Keeper. Now, if you would please come with me.

Eoin: No way, Margaret Mead. I agreed to this job, not to working with you.

P: I don’t like the idea either. But we need to get off the street.

E: Haha, wait. No one can see me. Does that mean - Ha! You look like a total schizo right now! That’s hilarious!

P: At least I’m not an offensive asshole!

P [con’t]: Look, if you come with me we can figure this out. Get someone else to take your case. Otherwise I’m leaving you here and you get to wander the streets for eternity like a lost little boy. Your choice.

E: Fine. But you better be able to fix this.

Eoin: This is *cough* definitely a dream. So, sure. Why the hell not? First, where *groan* where are we?

??: My office.

E: You have a suit of armor behind your fern.

??: That’s George. Haven’t figured out where I want to put him yet.

E: You named your suit of armor?

??: Oh, is- is that not a thing people do? Name inanimate objects funny names?

E: Uh, sure, sure. And what’s with all the...

??: ...the?

E: Pink.

??: I like pink. Just doesn’t really sell me on the whole “Limbo” thing.

??: Maybe you’ll like this better [snaps fingers]. Limbo-ish enough for you?

E: Ye-yes.

??: Would you like it to be pink again?

E: Yes, please.

Primrose: Eoin Connolly, Ravi Singh. Ravi, Eoin.

Ravi: Um, right. [Not taking Eoin’s handshake] Can I get anyone a drink?

P: Coffee, please.

E: Got any scotch?

P: Coffee would be great. Eoin, just, find a book to read or something. We’ll be back in a few.

R: So he’s a Reaper.

P: Yep.

R: Your Reaper?

P: Yes! Obviously.

R: And you are... upset?

P: Of course I’m upset, Ravi! This is my upset face.

R: I know. But... why?

P: Ugh. Remember that guy I told you about? The guest speaker in my applied anthro course?

R: The one that bought you coffee?

P: Not the point! Besides that he was a total ass!

R: That’s him?

P: Yes. That’s him.

R: And he’s your Reaper?

P: Unfortunately.

R: Ok. Upset face makes sense now.

P: This is such a mess. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to look like a failure in front of Jane but there’s no way I can work with him. If he weren’t already dead I’d kill him, oh that’s a horrible though, I’m horrible, I -

Eoin: I hope you know I can’t actually trust anyone that lives in a place with carpet this hideous.

Primrose: Seriously? Can you just go ten minutes, ten minutes, without being a dick? Please?

Ravi: Primrose? What are you doing here?

P: Hi. So. You know how I said everything would be fine?

R: An assurance with no foundation, yes.

??: Mr. Connolly, come back!

Eoin: It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just AHHHHHHHH-

...

Ravi: How’d you die?

Primrose: Ravi!

R: What? Keepers are supposed to know.

P: We’re not going to be his Keepers.

Clara: Prim! See, Ravi, I told you she’d be fine. He was still up when I got home pretending not to worry while watching all of Star Wars.

R: I wasn’t worried.

Eoin: I’ve just met you and you definitely seem the type.

R: You still haven’t answered the question. How did you die?

C: Wha... Prim, dearest, is there a ghost in my chair? Umm...

E: Seriously? She can’t see me either? What the fuck is going on?

C: Ahh! This is so cool! Hi! Ok, so I can’t see you but you can probably see me and hear me. So, hi! I’m Clara! It’s very nice to, sort of, meet you! Oh my gosh. Guys, you’re working. I’m so sorry, I’ll go! Bye, ghost! 

E: Um, what’s happening right now?

C: Prim! Call me later and tell me everything. I don’t trust Ravi to get the details right-

R: That was Clara. She primarily communicates through pet names and squealing. You get used to it.

E: Well, let’s hope I’m not here long enough for that to happen.

...

Jane: Your Keeper will be waiting for you just outside.

Eoin: Keeper? What, am I an animal now?

Jane: She’ll explain everything. That’s her job. Not mine.

Eoin: How do I get back here?

Jane: You don’t. I’ll contact you when you’ve settled in.

- - -

Primrose: Finding them would have been a lot easier had you remembered to ask for a description, Prim. Even a name. But no. One hiccup and suddenly you forget how to ask simple questions.

P con’t: And now you’re talking to yourself. In public. And you don’t -

Eoin: HELLO! Can anyone see me?

P: Well, that just made my job easi- no. Nonononono.

E: Hey, you, you can see me, right? Hey! Watch when you’re walking! Eugh! That was uncomfortable.

P: [mumbling] Ok, here we go.

P: Um. Hi, I’m Primrose and I’ll be your -