A/N: Ooooookay, my dear readers, I know some of you are confused, but bare with me. Hopefully, this will make sense by the end. So...to catch you up, so far, there's obviously something mentally wrong with Marco. Marco thinks this guy, Bob, has been coming into his room since he was 12, and having sex with him. But is Bob real? Who could have torn out the pages in his private diary? Sometimes, children make up senarios on their own to cope with tramatic events, could Marco have made up and entire person? Hmmmmm...Who IS Bob? Oh...and Marco is also addicted to cocaine. So, hope that cleared you up so far, haha. Again, bare with me.

The dream and 'Why do you do it?'

DAY: 1, night

That night Marco entered REM sleep. He began to dream...

Mrs. Tremond's picture... As if by magic, we suddenly begin to move into the picture - into the room in the picture and thru the dark doorway in the room in the picture. On the other side of the dark doorway there is another room. Mrs. Tremond is standing in that room. She is beckoning us towards her and beyond her thru yet another doorway. We move thru the second doorway and on the other side of that doorway there is another room. Mrs. Tremond's grandson is standing in that room. He is holding his hands above him as if he is grasping an imaginary glass ball. As we move towards the space between his hands a ring of fire appears there and we move thru that into... a red room. A midget walks into the red room to a table, he is 'The man from another place'. A ring lies upon the table. Agent Cooper is there. The Man From Another Place turns toward Cooper. The little man says, "Is it future? Or is it past?... Do you know who I am?... I am the Arm... And I sound like this..." The Man From Another Place puts his hand in front of his lips and makes an Indian Whooping sound. The Man From Another Place picks up the ring and moves it very close to us. We recognize it as Joseph Banks' ring. The symbols on the ring are identical to the symbols of Owl Cave. Cooper seems concerned. Agent Cooper warns "Don't take the ring... Marco, don't take the ring."

Marco, in a somnambular state is half awakened by a noise, tried to move his left arm, but it had fallen asleep. He moved it with his right arm. He turned to his left to discover Felix Polaski lying in bed with him. Felix had blood around his mouth. He tried to raise himself and strained to speak. "My name is Felix. I've been with Marco and Dale. The good Dale is in the lodge and he can't leave. Write it in your diary." Marco's mother called his name. The sound was distant and mournful. Marco looked towards his door then turned back to Felix but he was gone. Filled with fear he looks down and in her hand is Joseph Banks' ring. He SCREAMS. Again, his attention was drawn to his door and his mother's distant call. Still holding the ring he got out of bed and went to her door and slowly opened it. It was dark on the other side of the door. In the doorway Marco got a strange feeling in back of him and turned to look at Mrs. Tremond's picture. There in the picture is Marco (himself) in the doorway looked back into the darkened rooms where Mrs. Tremond and her grandson were. Marco was in the picture. In the picture Marco turned around in the doorway of the picture and looks down at his room. He wakes up from her dream. Trying to clear his head. Looks at the photo and nothing is there -- looks like the day before. He looks in his hand and the ring is gone. Marco gets out of bed and goes to Mrs. Tremond's picture hanging on the wall. He stares at it. He slowly takes it off the wall and places it in the trash. Trembling he does two lines of cocaine.

SATURDAY - FIVE DAYS BEFORE

James comes by on his bike. He beeps out a signal on the bike's horn. After a beat Marco runs out to him.

"Where were you last night? We were supposed to get together. You didn't show up." James looked caringly into Marco's eyes.

"You were supposed to show up. Maybe I wasn't." Marco was cold.

"We were supposed to be together."

"How can I be together if I'm not together?"

"You're on somethin' again, aren't you?"

"James..."

"When am I going to see you?"

Luigi comes out the door of the house. Looks at Marco and James. Marco can feel him staring. "I gotta go." James just looks at him then guns his bike and roars away. Marco walks back to the front door where his father stands. "Who was that?"

"A friend from school."

"A special friend?" Marco looks at his Dad, eyeball to eyeball for a moment. Then he walks past him to the stairs.

Later that night...

Marco is having a quick shot from the family liquor cabinet. A knock on the door. Marco pulls a jacket on and goes to the door. Opens it and sees Ellie. Ellie looks at her coat. "Where are you going?"

"No place, fast." a warning, "And you're not coming."

"Come on, Marco. I'm your best friend, remember?" They move back into the living room.

Marco, in front of the bar with his back turned to Ellie. "Marco...aren't you going to fix me a drink?" Marco shot her a look. "Where are the Cookies?"

"You mean Fred and Ginger?"

"Dancing..." Ellie looks around at all the ashtrays filled to the brim with butts. "If I had a nickel for every cigarette your mom smoked, I'd be dead." Ellie smiles. Marco doesn't. "Gotta go, Ellie. I'll call you tomorrow". Marco leaves the house.

Marco parks his car and gets out. At the entrance to the Roadhouse he meets a woman, who seems to be waiting for him. She steps close to Marco.

"When this kind of fire starts. it is very hard to put out." The woman touches him. Her hand is cooling on Marco's head. Marco moves in behind it. Pushing the cool hand into his face and forehead. "The tender bows of innocence burn first and the wind rises - then all goodness is in jeopardy." They look into each other's eyes. The woman turns and leaves.

Marco enters the Roadhouse and the usual gang is there. On stage a singer, bathingi n blue light sings. As Marco watches the singer he sits down at a table in a darkened corner. His eyes fill with tears and when the singer chims with "How can a heart that's filled with love start to cry?" He looks to the other end of the bar and Ellie sits there. She had followed him. She will now know what Marco does at night. He looses his tears. He takes a moment to sob. He composes himself and lights a cigarette. Marco comes to makes eye contact with Jacques Renault who is behind the bar. Jacques nods to Marco, and Marco gives him the 'Okay'. Then Jacques nods to a couple of burly guys who come over to Marco with drinks. One of them slides him a fifty with a packet of cocaine inside. He looks at the money, "So you wanna fuck the class president, huh?"

They laugh,

"Let's go around the world, babe."

Marco looked at the money, "This isn't going to get you to Walla-Walla." They all take a drink.

"You do go all the way, don't you, little boy?"

"Sooner or later..." Marco reaches below the table grabbing him hard by the balls. "You willing to go all the way? HUH? You wanna do it to me? All the way for me means all the way - DEAD." The trucker turns a couple of shades towards white.

Ellie comes to Marco's table. She knows whats going to go down, and if Marco does, she decides she will follow him. He's her best friend. "Let's boogie."

Marco looks at her, "What the hell are you doing?"

The trucker says to Ellie, "You part of the deal?"

Marco, answering for her, "No, she isn't." Marco and Ellie stare at each other. He looks at Ellie, in her eyes. She's dead serious. For Ellie's benefit, Marco turns and gives a big, juicy French kiss to one of the truckers. "What was your name again?"

"Buck."

"Buck, that was really nice." He looks over to Ellie. Ellie grabs Buck's buddy, Tommy, and gives him the same type kiss. Marco, very serious, "All right, Ellie. Let's go."

After hours of driving, the group enters a large room with the filthiest wall to wall carpet imaginable. In the back corner is a small stage. On it a three piece hell-metal band is building up toward oblivion. The lead singer is dressed in a buffalo skin complete with at least half the buffalo head and horns. He wears spray painted, day glow orange cowboy boots. Some half dressed boys and men are dancing to the band. In darkened corners away from the stage other groups are racing the band to oblivion. Marco leans over to Ellie noticing her shocked look. "Don't expect a turkey dog in here." They laugh

Jacques Renault comes up to the group. "Hey, slow pokes, guess what? There's no tomorrow!" He grabs Marco up and gives her a big, sloppy wet kiss. "Baby, you know why? Cause it'll never get here."

"Hey, Jacques..."

"I'm not "Jacques". I am the Great Went!" He's smashed, but Marco plays along, "I am The Muffin."

"And what a muffin you got." The two truckers laugh with Jacques. He mimes a gun with his right hand and pointing it to his forehead pulls the trigger with a weak, slack cheeked puff sound. Jacques slurred words, "I am as blank as a fart." They all laugh again, passing around beers. Buck secretly drops a red depth charge into Ellie's beer. Marco looks at Ellie and smiles, "Chug-a-lug, Ellie." As the cowboys gather around and begin to chant, both Marco and Ellie chug down their drinks. They finish and Marco smiles and pushes Ellie out onto the dance floor. They start to dance expertly and smile at each other. Soon Buck and Tommy cut in separating the two. Buck dances Marco over to another of his buddies. The two of them start to unbutton Marco's jacket as they dance. The hell-metal band kicks into high gear. In the pulsating red and blue light Ellie sees Marco now topless dancing and kissing with Buck and his friend.

Ellie stops. The room starts to spin. A completely stoned Ellie is being danced around by Tommy, who is falling in love with her. Through some dancing legs and feet she spots Marco's shirt on the floor. Teetering she leans over, picks up the shirt, and ties it around her waist.

Felix Pulaski, flying high, makes his way through the crowd to Marco. They spot each other and give each other a hug. "Haven't seen you since I was thrown out of One Eyed Jacks." Marco says.

Felix, trying to focus on Marco, "What else did we do together?" Marco shakes his head, "Oh, I remember..." Jacques comes up to them. "Hey! The party twins. My high school sandwich. Let's put some meat inside..." The three of them move around together. Felix chimes in "He's been dead a year."

"Yeah? Who?" Jacques says.

"Joseph..."

It gets Maro's attention, "Joseph Banks? Yeah, a whole year."

"Yeah, he was going to get rich... he was blackmailing somebody..."

Jacques says, "That's right. He called me. He even asked me what your fathers looked like..."

Marco jolted, "What? He asked about my father?"

Changing the subject, Jacques says, "Speaking of sandwiches... I think Dylan was arranging something for you..." Marco gets the idea "Speaking of arrangements... Why don't you two come up to the cabin this week? Leo and I know that Santy Claus is coming to town... Thursday." Marco, Felix, and Jacques sway with distorted smiles. Felix and Marco move with Buck to a table. Marco snaps his finger and points downward to Buck. Felix say, "Here we go again. Like we're back at One Eyed Jacks." Marco smiling, "Oh, god. It sure is." Felix looks over Marco's shoulder. "Shit, is that Ellie Nash?"

Marco looks across the rug through dancing legs and sees Ellie's head tilted way back with some new cowboy on top of her. Seeing Ellie, his face twists in horror. He hears Bobs voice "SEE WHAT WE CAN DO TO ELLIE?" Marco screams. "NO! GOD, NO..." Marco stumbles and runs to Ellie grabbing Jacques on the way. "Get her out of here... get her out." He doesn't seem to be listening. "JACQUES..." Marco falls full of panic to Ellie. "Ellie, what are you doing?" Rips his shirt off her waist. Ellie is completely gone. Marco shakes her and screams into her face. "Don't ever wear my stuff, don't ever wear my stuff. Never!" Ellie says, mumbling "Okay, I won't wear your stuff... Why can't I wear your stuff?"

"Jacques, help me get her home. NOW!" Jacques lifts Ellie up and Marco follows Jacques and Ellie out. Ellie continues to mumble. "I won't wear your stuff." then laughing, "I promise." Marco, crying, holding Ellie's hand, "Not you, Ellie, not you!"