(The lights are dim as they were for the beginning of the musical. Wanda is sitting on a bed.)
(Music Cue- Troubled)
WANDA: (Sing.) Am I being paranoid,
Or are my fears well-placed?
This is overwhelming me,
Can not be erased.
Something's off, something is wrong,
The very air feels strange.
Is the wrong here only me?
Am I becoming deranged?
It's something in the air tonight,
Emotions turn and tumble.
Is it real or only me?
I am feeling troubled.
(Anti-Cosmo enters from behind.)
ANTI-COSMO: (Spoken) Greetings, my love.
(Wanda screams.)
ANTI-COSMO: (Raises a hand. Wanda quiets.) (Sing.) The feeling you describe is me,
You sense my presence here.
We Antis are creatures of darkness,
Radiating fear.
Be assured, my frightened dove,
That you needn't be.
Fear shall be replaced by pleasure,
If you come with me.
Have my word, I vow to you,
I'll catch you when you stumble.
I'll relieve you of your sorrow,
Lift you from your troubles.
WANDA: (Sing.) How do I know I can trust you?
Surely, it's a plot!
You're here to manipulate me-
ANTI-COSMO: (Sing.) No, love, I am not.
I'll leave you to think it over.
When the answer's clear,
Just make sure to tell me so.
But one more thing, my dear:
I can bestow upon you,
Something you've never known.
A pleasure you have never felt,
A chill throughout your bones.
Of our little conversation,
You must never tell.
Not a soul, don't breathe a word.
For now, I bid you farewell.
(He tips his hat and exits.)
(Music out.)