Lyra: He’s dead, he’s fucking dead!!
Lyra: Never mind your reproach and recriminations, what the hell do I do!? Please Kyleigh, tell me what the hell to do!!
****
Kyleigh: Don’t touch anything, pick up the gun carefully not to leave a fingerprint on the floor. Grab the shell casing. Then, using a cloth, because you didn’t pack gloves you idiot… go get the sex tape from his bedroom, it's the top cabinet on the left, marked with your name, you can’t miss it.Â
Lyra: The body…Â
Kyleigh: One thing at a time, calm yourself before you go into labour! If you follow my instructions to the letter, we can maybe make it look like it was his dealer that did it… but you have to hurry, just do what I say… DON’T THINK, JUST DO!Â
****
Lyra: I feel sick…
Kyleigh: Yeah, you just killed somebody, I’m not surprised. Get your shit together, we have work to do! Hurry!
Lyra: Right… yeah. I’ll get my shit together.
Dream: The spirit of your clone is correct, you have no time to dally. Do as your mother would and cover your tracks well, else your dreams will shatter like porcelain and all of this would be for naught. I’m sure she would be most proud of your slide into darkness… like mother, like daughter, your task now is to make this man disappear completely from your life…. And with it, your past too. I do hope you’re correct, but then again, maybe that too is only a dream.
