[Sissel runs out the front doors of College, quickly looking around and mumbling to himself. He’s passing through a car park on his way out, only with a couple of cars there. He focuses on the floor.]

  Sissel: [mumbling] I’m in idiot, I should… grade-a… idiot! And Witley Barbit, the hell is-

  [Sissel starts walking past Goldberg, looking around the area confused. He takes notice of Sissel.]

  Goldberg: Hey, you’re already done?

  Sissel: [annoyed] I gave Chelsea the laptop, accidentally with the notebook and our teacher wants to kill us.

  [Goldberg nods, putting his hands in his pockets.]

  Goldberg: Okay, that’s not good.

  Sissel: [annoyed] No, no it is not. Also Tracey says that he’s talking to a Witley Barbit who probably wants us dead…

  [Goldberg perks up, thinking.]

  Sissel: [annoyed] And Liv is annoyed with me, which is completely fair but I don’t know what to-

  Goldberg: Witley is the Rabbit.

  Sissel: [annoyed] Pardon?

  Goldberg: Barbit is just an anagram of Rabbit. Witley Barbit is a false name that the White Rabbit is using. Whoever this teacher is, they’re a pawn to the Rabbit. Honestly, it’s kinda obvious.

  [Sissel groans, moving over to a wall at the side and headbutting it.]

  Goldberg: Oh, come on! Don’t do that!

  Sissel: [annoyed] It helps when I’m stressed.

  [Sissel comes back over.]

  Goldberg: How the hell does that help you when you’re stressed?

  Sissel: It distracts me from stu- aaaaah!

  [Sissel grips his forehead, bending over at the waist.]

  Sissel: Christ, that hurts.

  Goldberg: It would! You headbutt a wall!

  Sissel: [strained] Um… what about you? Find anything?

  Goldberg: [sarcastic] Oh, about what happens when we die? Yeah, I managed to find all the answers in about five minutes flat, good day for me!

  Sissel: [annoyed] You don’t have to be a prick about it!

  Goldberg: I’m sorry but you can’t expect me to find the answer you’re looking for in less than a day!

  Sissel: Well… it’d help if you keep looking.

  Goldberg: [worried] If you’re being chased by a man set to kill you, surely it’d make more sense to focus on that.

  Sissel: I will… just Tracey matters more.

  Goldberg: You mean the girl that you’re trying to get rid of?

  Sissel: [annoyed] Can you just…

  [Sissel groans, holding his head.]

  Goldberg: Cecil… I’m sorry… but whether you like it or not-

  [Tracey dropped through the ceiling suddenly between Sissel and Goldberg, landing with a bend then a quick bow.]

  Tracey: Okay, that was actually better than I expected.

  Goldberg: Nice landing.

  Tracey: Thank you!

  [Sissel gets up, stretching a bit. Tracey looks at him, worried.]

  Tracey: [worried] Did you headbutt a wall again?

  [Goldberg gies a judging stare at Sissel.]

  Sissel: Yeah… little bit.

  Tracey: [annoyed] Sissel!

  Sissel: It helps!

  Goldberg: [concerned] I would disagree with that.

  Tracey: Well… look, can you explain to me why someone is trying to kill you?

  Sissel: [worried] Um… it’s- well- it’s a bit of a long story.

  Tracey: [annoyed] I’m dead. I have time.

  [Sissel sighs. He looks at Goldberg then back at Tracey, frowning.]

  Sissel: Fine. We were in a lightning storm that gave us superpowers.

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  Tracey: I know that bit.

  Sissel: We were there because the Tea Party, your little squad, saved me from having a gun pointed at my head. Two crazy people tried to shoot me, Leigh saved my life. We ran away and got struck by lightning. Now another crazy person wearing a rabbit mask is trying to kill us because apparently we got the Flash origin story. Any other questions?

  [Tracey thinks for a moment, surprised.]

  Tracey: Have you told anyone?

  Sissel: [hesitant] No.

  Tracey: Why not?

  Sissel: Does it matter?

  Tracey: Yes!

  [Sissel hesitates speaking, chuckling awkwardly.]

  Sissel: Well… who would believe it?

  Goldberg: Other people like us.

  Sissel: [annoyed] Really? Because I basically acted fucking crazy when she died, they’ll just think it’s… it’s psychosis. Or mental illness. Something would be wrong with me.

  [Goldberg groans and moves over to Sissel and Tracey.]

  Tracey: They aren’t like that, they’ll believe you.

  Sissel: [hesitant] I don’t think they will.

  Goldberg: Mind if I try something?

  [Sissel and Tracey look at him confused.]

  Sissel: [confused] What?

  Goldberg: Well, just… I wanna see if my power still works.

  Sissel: I doubt it.

  Tracey: Worth a shot.

  Sissel: I really disagree with that.

  [Goldberg groans and places his hands on their shoulders.]

  Sissel: I mean what do we expec-

  [Sissel’s eyes suddenly go blue and he collapses to the ground in pain, groaning. He starts shaking on the ground, the world starting becoming dark in his eyes. After a few seconds, the scene clears up in a different area. Instead of a carpark, he’s now stood on the roof of a block of flats. He’s on the edge, overlooking a city. He starts taking deep breaths as his eyes return to normal, frantically looking around. To his left is Tracey and his right is Goldberg.]

  Sissel: [panicking] What the hell did you do?! Where are we?!

  Goldberg: London… Thamesmead, I think- holy crap, that works!

  [Tracey turns around, stepping off the ledge. Sissel turns to Goldberg annoyed, stepping up to him.]

  Sissel: [annoyed] You didn’t know that would work?!

  Goldberg: [excited] No, but it’s a good thing that it did! I mean this is amazing, admittedly.

  Tracey: Guys…

  Goldberg: [excited] Ghosts can still use their powers, that’s a breakthrough.

  Sissel: [annoyed] Could you maybe have given me some information about what the hell you were planning to do?!

  Tracey: [annoyed] Guys…

  Goldberg: Well there wouldn’t have been a point if it hadn’t worked!

  Sissel: [annoyed] Oh my god, you really are a-

  [Tracey turns to them.]

  Tracey: [annoyed, loud] Hey! Dick and Dyke, look at this!

  [Sissel and Goldberg look towards Tracey’s direction. Sissel is immediately shocked and stumbles backwards. He screams, but is caught by Goldberg who flings him onto the roof.]

  Sissel: [terrified] What the hell did you do?!

  Goldberg: Thamesmead… London… 2009…

  [Goldberg chuckles and jumps down, walking next to Tracey. On the rooftop, in front of the group, there stands Benny on the ground having what appears to be a seizure with Benny, Goldberg and Cheshire stood over him. In the back is Marshall and Alice, wearing their white and brown masks, along with the Hatter next to them.]

  Goldberg: This was the day that the team fell apart.