SCENE 9

(Ichabod is on his horse, riding down. He hears voices calling his name.)

Random voices: Ichabod! Ichabod!

Ichabod: Man, the psychiatrist told me they were going to go away...

(He carries on riding. Then, he sees another horse come up behind him, ridden by a headless man holding a flaming pumpkin.)

Ichabod: You're a bit early for Halloween. (Then realises the man has no head.) AAHHHH!!

(He begins to ride away. After several minutes of Ichabod and the Headless Horseman chasing, Ichabod gets a face full of hot pumpkin. The Headless Horseman rides away, only to be unmasked as Brom. Brom and his friends laugh.)

Ichabod: Bastard.

(He faints. Memories of his mother flash around his head, showing her doing a weird twirly thing and Ichabod as a fat seven year old, laughing his head off as she falls over. Then, his mother teaching him how to draw signs of witchcraft in the dust. Then, a little optics game thing with a red cardinal- a bird- and a cage. Ichabod wakes up suddenly, in his bed.)

Ichabod: Ugh. Pumpkins.

(He sees a light and gets up, following it. He walks in on Katrina reading. She stuffs the book under the sofa.)

Ichabod: Erm...sorry. Didn't mean to disturb you.

Katrina: You didn't.

Ichabod: Are you reading dirty books?

Katrina: Maybe...

Ichabod: I knew it! Don't worry, I've read them all too.

Katrina: Right...anyway, my father thought that my mother died because she read them.

Ichabod: That's stupid.

Katrina: Shuddup. She died two years ago. Her nurse is now Lady Van Tassel.

Ichabod: Wow. That nurse sure knew where she wanted to end up.

Katrina: My father was once a poor farmer...

Ichabod: Really? Aww...that's too bad.

Katrina: Don't worry, he got rich soon enough. Then he built this house and became an alcoholic. I owe my happiness to him.

Ichabod: Why? Because he built the house or because he started getting pissed?

Katrina: Hey, do you want to see my old house?

Ichabod: (taking this option as a kind of date) Sure, why not?

(They arrive at a place where there is a fireplace and a few doorframes standing. They dismount and walk towards the wreck.)

Ichabod: What a load of junk.

Katrina: Tell me about it.

(She begins to draw witchy symbols on the ground in front of the fireplace.)

Ichabod: Hey, you're a witch.

Katrina: Yep. How did you guess?

Ichabod: My mum was one too.

Katrina: Cool. Can you do magic?

Ichabod: No.

(Katrina then notices that he has small imprints on each of his palms. She takes his hands and looks at them.)

Katrina: These are pretty cool. What are they?

Ichabod: Erm...I've had them for ages. No idea what they're supposed to be.

(Awkward silence)

Ichabod: You can let go of my hands now.