SCENE 13

In which Ichabod tells Katrina his feelings.

(The Doctor and Baltus are looking at Ichabod, who has been moved to his bed. They are examining the wound.)

Doctor: Unlucky, really. He's going to live.

Baltus: Bloody hell. I was almost going to sing praises to that Horseman.

Ichabod: (waking up) AIEEEEE!

Baltus: Crap! Can't you stop him doing that?

Doctor: Can you stop your wife from flirting with half of the town?

Baltus: Fair point.

Ichabod: I...found...something out!

Doctor: Constable, go back to sleep. I'm having a nice conversation here.

Ichabod: No...you must...listen!

Baltus: Where's Katrina with that sleep potion of hers?

Ichabod: Katrina...Katrina...

Baltus: Great. Now he's going on about my daughter.

Ichabod: Listen to me. The...horseman only...killed Brom...because...Brom attacked him. I...have found...that the ...horseman does...not attack at random. ...His victims...are chosen! By someone who...controls him, someone...who took his...skull!

(He collapses back after this long speech.)

Doctor: Ah, here's Katrina.

Katrina: Here's the potion you wanted.

Doctor: Constable, drink this.

(Ichabod drinks it and falls asleep.)

Baltus: Thank God for that. Now, where were we?

(Even more random and annoying images of Ichabod's mother appear. This time, she's being dragged down a surprisingly-modern-for-that-time church by Ichabod's father and into a room beyond. A few minutes later, Ichabod's father exits the room and leaves. Ichabod goes in and, at the end of the room, sees his mother's eyes staring at him through the Iron Maiden. He falls back out of shock and his hands land on a chair of nails. Then, for no apparent reason, his mother falls out of the Iron Maiden, covered in blood and holes. (She is dead, by the way.))

(Ichabod wakes up and conveniently flies into Katrina's arms.)

Katrina: Whoa. That was pretty unrealistic.

Ichabod: OK, OK, I was planning it.

Katrina: What were you dreaming about?

Ichabod: My mother. She was murdered by my father when I was seven.

Katrina: Oh. Too bad. Oh look, you're bleeding.

(Ichabod stares at the marks on his hands caused by the chair of nails. They are, again for no apparent reason, bleeding.)

Ichabod: Oh, I remembered how I did this.

Katrina: How?

Ichabod: I saw my mother in the Iron Maiden and I fell back onto a chair of nails.

Katrina: Ouch. It was just your hands, right?

Ichabod: (looking offended) Yes!

Katrina: Just checking, just checking. You gotta know these things.

Ichabod: My father was a priest. I don't believe in God.

Katrina: That was random.

Ichabod: Changing subject dear, changing subject.

Katrina: Oh. Right.

Ichabod: Oh, I forgot. Sorry about Brom.

Katrina: Why?

Ichabod: Weren't you like, going to marry him?

Katrina: No! He's a pretty boy! He reminds me too much of Orlando Bloom.

Ichabod: Good, that makes too of us. I found Orlando Bloom dead in a river.

Katrina: Thank God for that. Anyway, I'm not evil for not being sad about Brom, am I?

Ichabod: No, but you can seem a bit like a witch.

Katrina: Why would you say that?

Ichabod: Because you have bewitched me...

Katrina: God, I could think of a few more romantic chat-up lines...

Ichabod: OK, because you're super-hot!

Katrina: That's better.

(They hug romantically.)

Ichabod: I swear we're like, supposed to kiss now or something.

Katrina: Don't push your luck, mate.