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JOHN'S BEDROOM. SAME DAY. John's room is just as messy as it was last night. His blankets and sheets are on his bed. It is as unmade as ever. On the barren floor is a laptop computer. John sits on the floor and types. On the computer screen is a website called Magus-Net. John types in an instant-message program. He's smoking. He opens up an instant message window with WICCACUTIE_66 Note: The rest of this dialogue occurs only in the Instant Message window. Everytime John enters text, a Ding is heard. Everytime anyone else enters text, a Dong is heard. SILKCUT_11 Cutie? You there? THERE IS A MOMENTARY PAUSE. SILKCUT_11 (CONT'D) Cutie? WICCACUTIE_66 Hey John. Been awhile. SILKCUT_11 Not a personal call. Need info. WICCACUTIE_66 Shoot. SILKCUT_11 Got a new case with an old wrinkle. Someone's been stealing. WICCACUTIE_66 Oh, your usual deal? A distraught husband doesn't get custody of the family dog, so he pinches it for himself? SILKCUT_11 Not dogs. HE TAKES A DRAG. SILKCUT_11 (CONT'D) Someone's been stealing souls. HE LEANS BACK AND EXHALES. ANOTHER LONG PAUSE. HE TAKES ANOTHER DRAG WICCACUTIE_66 Souls? WICCACUTIE_66 (CONT'D) John, what are you mixed up in? JOHN EXHALES. SILKCUT_11 I don't know. HE LOOKS AT HIS OPEN MINI-FRIDGE. HE USES IT AS A BOOKSHELF. THERE IS A STACK OF COMPOSITION BOOKS INSIDE. THEY HAVE LABELS ON THEIR SPINES LIKE "SIGILS" "GHOSTS" AND "FAIRY MAGICKS". JOHN PICKS ONE UP LABELLED "ANGELS" SILKCUT_11 (CONT'D) But I think I'm gonna need some help.
