The Dal. An all dressed up Bo and Kenzi walk in all smiles until they see the place. It's so empty, imaginary tumbleweeds are rolling by. "Wow talk about depressing," says Bo.
"Yeah this is sad. It's like waiting on the wind to blow sad. Oh hey, remember karaoke night? And it was just the gang? And we thought that was sad. Ah no gang, or an invasion of the body snatcher dude. Okay, this is worse. A bar with barely anyone here, how dreadful. Drinks?" says Kenzi.
"Sure why not? I came to have a good time and that's what I'm going to do," says Bo, thralling people to dance.
"Now that's my girl," says Kenzi. Bo is dancing while Kenzi, who is getting drinks secretly meets up with Massimo for a rejuvenation of her sparkle cream. He leaves the scene right after. Bo is dancing to Spice Girls along with Kenzi as she displays her fireworks skills to Bo, thinking that Bo would be disappointed in her which is the opposite, Bo couldn't be happier. They continue to party. The stone appearing gargoyle in the room like décor.
The Crack Shack. Hours later. Bo and Kenzi walk in holding carry-out food bags when they discover that their things are missing. "Kenzi are you seeing this?" asks Bo.
"I know I had been drinking a lot, but not that much."
"Just making sure."
"Guess we gotta make that phone call. Um whose gonna to call? Rock, paper, scissors?' says Kenzi.
Bo shrugs her shoulders and they play. "Wait where's Tamsin? She didn't meet us at The Dal," says Bo.
"Yeah she could be in here." Kenzi thinks about it. "Wait I don't know. I don't think she would let anyone just take our stuff. Then again, she never did like it. And I doubt that she threw it away. I mean knowing her, it would have been replaced."
"Let's just call and find her, and you call Dyson. I had rock," says Bo.
Both Kenzi and Bo jump from being startled. "What happened here? I thought you two were going out, not moving out," says Tamsin, looking around the place.
"O-kay, so not expected," says Kenzi, mouth dropping in awe.
"Wow, you look amazing," says Bo.
Tamsin smiles. "Thank you. It's nothing really. I just threw this on like I pretty much do everything else. I was going to wear something to make a good impression, but I decided to go with this instead."
"Well it looks like you walked straight off the runway," says Bo, with a sparkle in her eye sort to speak.
"That's really nice of you to say," replies Tamsin.
"I mean, what I meant to say is…um look, I wasn't just talking about the clothes. Clothes like makeup can enhance the look of people…sorry I was about to say a joke about masks, but what I'm trying to say is that they can't create what's already there," explains Bo.
Tamsin looks as if she's pondering about something.
"What she means is that you're gorgeous regardless," says Kenzi.
"Kenzi, what are you doing?" says Bo.
"Making a long story short."
"Kenzi, seriously." Bo folds her arms.
"Hey, I've been drinking, our sanctum has been violated, and I lack patience when I need another drink. Didn't we bring back a bottle?"
Tamsin blushes on the inside, all smiles on the outside. "I don't know what to say," she says, literally at a loss for words.
"Don't say anything. Me thinks I fumbled the ball before the clock strikes twelve," says Kenzi.
"What?" says both Tamsin and Bo.
"The pumpkin turns into a carriage and back to a pumpkin, then the carriage for good," says Kenzi.
Tamsin shakes her head like no. "That still doesn't sound right."
"You know the duck and swan, but swan all along. And Cinderella. It all speaks for itself," says Kenzi, wondering why no one gets it.
"I'll just speak for myself. Beauty comes in all forms. It can be on the outside and it can be in spirit," says Bo.
"Hey clothes matter," says Kenzi.
"I don't think you're different like that, not anymore anyway. And I don't want to compare you to your other self because all of it and all of your lives whether good or bad or so-so, it's all you. And it all culminated, at least for me recognizing in this moment, that you are close to who you once were." Bo shakes her head. "That's all I can say."
"Well I thought it was beautiful," says Tamsin, with a smile, which makes Bo smile.
"It was Bo-Bo. But enough of the mush crap. It's a dog eat dog world and I need her to be tough like Marvel, not mush like Disney," says Kenzi.
"But you're the one who was talking about fairy tales," says Bo, with a confused frown. "Anyway, I'm glad you're safe. We were worried about you."
"I told you two not to worry about me," says Tamsin. "I am safe and I was careful."
"I'm glad to hear and see it. That's good timing that we all showed up when we did," says Kenzi. Clears throat. "And where were you this whole time? We missed you at The Dal. And all the books that you would've upstaged missed you too."
Tamsin looks confused. "She means that there was barely anyone there, but we are the party," clarifies Bo.
"I know that's right," adds Kenzi. "Because we likes to party," she sings.
"Oh I get it now, I'm witnessing you in real time truly functioning under the influence," says Tamsin, nodding her head. "And you're not drunk, well at least drunk for you because you'd be eating and then passed out on the sofa."
"Eggs xactly" says Kenzi, nodding.
"So did you all have the old furniture taken away to replace it with new ones?" asks Tamsin.
"Not exactly," says Bo.
"See I told ya. Okay, seriously, glad you're here. And we'll talk later about it. But right now we gotta go back to, dude where's our stuff?" says Kenzi.
"You mean someone took your things?" says Tamsin, surprised.
"Yeah we got ganked," says Kenzi.
"How, the Ignis Rim is still up? Isn't that malicious? And who would want all of that in the first place? Wait I have to check the basement and the attic," says Tamsin, rushing off.
"Well that is important now. Not trying to be funny. I don't know about the basement, but the room is importante," says Kenzi.
"Does the Ignis Rim not work right at all, I mean because geez," says Bo.
"I'll call Dyson," says Kenzi. "I had scissors anyway." Bo gives her a duh look. "Yeah looks like we have to file a police report."
"I don't know how likely we'll get our things back." Then Bo laughs. "We are so random, probably contaminated the scene as long as we've been talking," says Bo.
"Just like old times, and we've messed up a plenty of scenes. But Tamsin surprised the hell out of me. Damn I just thought about it, we're close to the same age. Alright now that was random. But back to what I was saying, did you see what she had on? She's killing it out here," says Kenzi. "I clocked the shoes which told the fit, and an iced-out Cartier watch. And speaking of watches, she had on a Breguet earlier," says Kenzi, throwing her hands in the air.
"A baguette, what?" asks a confused Bo. "And are you hungry?"
Kenzi shakes her head. "Mes forgets that you're not a collector. Me being a major collector of fine things."
"You mean booster."
"Collector, and listen you, you want to know or not? Now being that I'm a collector of rare items as well. A Robin Hood of sorts. And as an antiquarian on the side, and yes I study, I had to take care of a kid. Anyway, an Abraham Louis-Breguet is like well is major bank. That was a Marie-Antionette if I'm not mistaken. Hell she probably has the pocket watch. Alls I'm saying is what the hell? Just how much money does she have Bo? You seem to know."
"Well I don't Kenzi, and don't be Dyson."
"Is that the new phrase that we're using now?" says Kenzi.
"Yes, he made it so. Besides we know her better than Dyson does, and she bought what she wanted to buy in her other life. I mean she's practically immortal, she could be sleeping in gemstones."
Kenzi thinks about the baby basket. "Yeah my bad for asking. Patek Phillippe Moses baskets, expensive bikes, shoes, house and grounds, wine, probably has a vineyard."
"Whatever Kenzi. Her last life is past tense."
"I'm just joking with you. You don't have to sound all glum."
"It's not you. It's me. And not to be a Dyson either meaning his behavior and extremely nosy, but what if she, no never mind. Thinking out loud. But what if she went back home?"
"Nall she would have told us. Plus why buy new things and live here when she has that whole place to herself and wolves. That wouldn't make any sense, and she's a make-it-make-sense type person."
"You're right. I'm overthinking. You should call about this situation before it gets later."
Bo goes over and sits on the steps while Kenzi is pacing talking with Dyson. Bo is thinking about how unhappy she is having gone through so much stuff in what seems like a short amount of time.
Kenzi gets off the phone. "He's coming over. It's a call of duty, he should be on his professional behavior." She finds a crate and sits on it, opening a bag, and starts eating food.
"Thought you were going to wait to eat?"
"As in wait until we got home. Plus what is taking Tamsin so long? This food isn't going to warm itself up. On second thought she can," says Kenzi.
"She's probably being thorough."
"Or overheard about Dyson. Yeah they don't like each other," whispers Kenzi.
"Uh ya think? I don't want to be around when she gets her memory back of him," says Bo.
"I sooo do, but I don't, but I do," says Kenzi.
A half hour later. Dyson shows up and is taking down the report from Bo and Kenzi.
"Well what about the Ignis Rim?" asks Bo.
"Guys this probably was a typical break in. Even with the Rim, humans can still enter," explains Dyson.
"Well that's just great. It was janky anyway," says Bo.
"You mind if I take a look upstairs now?" he asks.
Out of nowhere. "The basement and upstairs are intact," says Tamsin, her voice travelling down the stairs.
"Why file a report when you have Miss Ducati here," says Dyson.
"Dyson don't start," says Bo.
"Yes all the air has blown out, you need a new filter Dyson," says Tamsin, walking in having changed clothes. "And I'm not the one that called you."
"Nice watch," says Dyson.
"Uh huh. Thanks, what's the catch?" says Tamsin, not believing a word from him.
"Oh that, well yall can just pawn that and you can get to redecorating in no time," he says.
"You're not funny, just in case someone told you that you were," says Tamsin.
"Yeah wishful thinking of death much? And gasping because we don't pawn, we exchange or replace up in here," says Kenzi, offended. "Sorry I'm thinking about wardrobes, shoes, and accessories. But the thrift stuff was fun, but everything didn't come from the thrifting. Besides electronics and other nifty things, we had high end cookware, appliances and alcohol. Wait let me double check on that last one. Those petty bastards took them, but left the usuals," says Kenzi, grabbing a bottle. "Hey I'm in the dumps."
"Literally or figuratively," says Tamsin.
"Both," says Kenzi, not paying attention, opening the bottle.
"Tamsin?" says Bo, in surprise. "It's…you. I mean you grew again."
Dyson is looking annoyed, but no one notices.
"I am back to me, the me in my old dreams."
"Wow, it is you, long shiny salon hair, Cartier and fitted," says Kenzi, finally looking in her direction. She exhales. "You're your own brand. My job is done." She snaps a quick picture. "Now it is."
"That was quick," says Bo.
"Um speak for yourself," says Kenzi. "Memories much?" says Kenzi. "Kidding, I had to."
"It's cool. If I could describe it, I would say jumbled like a box of puzzle pieces," says Tamsin.
"That's a fair description," says Kenzi.
"So now do you know what's going on? Or are you still going with the I don't have my memories back routine," says Dyson.
"Dyson when are you going to stop this routine? Antagonizing me? It's like every time you're here and I have a moment of attention you rudely try to steal it with your belittling remarks," says Tamsin.
"I do? I didn't notice," says Dyson, with smug.
"He's just green Jello because you look good," says Kenzi.
"Back to ruining moments. The milestone is that I reached maturity physically," explains Tamsin.
"Does your brain do the same, reach maturity?" he says, out of spite.
"Dyson that was uncalled for," says Bo.
"For someone who seems to lack both, you should be the last to talk," says Tamsin, smartly, to Dyson.
"Oh this is getting good," says Kenzi.
"Brains and brawn don't always match. You might live in a gym, but your membership is expiring," says Tamsin.
"I can't tell if that was snark or a threat," says Kenzi.
"Both," replies Tamsin. "You might have a lifetime gym membership, but what other lifetimes do you have Tin Man? Oh none," says Tamsin.
Bo is quietly watching the two, her eyes blue. Tamsin notices and starts looking into them, head slanted. Dyson notices and clears his throat to break the glare, "So you do have a brain," he says.
Tamsin looks at him. "Stick with serving others, that is what you do right?"
Bo's eyes start to flicker. Tamsin continues. "Are you all really friends?"
"Of course we are brainiac," says Dyson.
"Yeah okay. Just checking the importance of your relationship since you're an inconvenience to me," says Tamsin.
Bo's eyes turn red, her facial expression is like yes then she frowns as they return back to blue.
"Thank the heavens above," says Kenzi, noticing Bo.
"For those in the back, my brain constantly matures faster than my body. Each lifetime for me is a moment in your life. Tell me can you remember everything in your life right now? No you can't. What you're asking me to do is the same but with my past lifetimes all at once. It's too much for the brain to process when you've been around for as long as I have. The pressure alone can make it snap." She then looks at Kenzi and Bo. "That's why it's gradual for me."
"That makes sense," says Kenzi.
"Oh I understand. No explanation needed," says Bo, unknowingly smiling. Tamsin smiles back.
"Bo?" says Kenzi.
"What? I'm listening to explanations," she says, not even noticing her eyes.
"You're neon," says Kenzi.
"Give me a break, it's by default," replies Bo.
"Snapping. Is that right?' says Dyson, back to Tamsin.
"I have lived over an equivalent of your present life in one lifetime, how can you begin to know me, more than I know myself," says Tamsin.
"Good point. Very good point," says Kenzi.
"It is a good point. I mean I agree. Gradual is good," says Bo, just talking at this point.
"So about that watch. Where did you get it from?" says Dyson.
"Ugh, what is the point. I mean why are we back to watches?" Kenzi. "When someone finds the point, hand it to me so that I can stab myself with it. Geez."
"I know. That's really weird Dyson," says Bo, her eyes return brown.
"You see this is what I'm talking about right here," says Tamsin.
"Answer the question then. I know where you got that watch from? I can smell it."
"What the sales agent? What kind of response is that?" says Kenzi.
"I will answer the question if you answer mine, deal?" says Tamsin.
"Alright I got nothing to lose," says Dyson.
"That would explain your behavior," says Tamsin.
"Good one. She's good," says Kenzi.
"Come on, we haven't got all day, some of us have to go to work," says Dyson.
"Ouch. When you swing try not hit everyone. And we're hustlers," says Kenzi.
"He has nothing to lose remember? The only thing he appears to do is try to tear people down with his questions that are meant to discredit and mock them. I guess that's a job now," says Tamsin. "A professional hater."
"Ooh don't you just lurve her," says Kenzi, proudly.
"Whatever Kenzi. And tick-tock," says Dyson.
"I done told you about the whatevers," says Kenzi. "Them checks are adding up and you ain't gonna be able to cash them."
"Tick-tock, a double entendre, and an onomatopoeia, clever, but you probably don't get it yourself. I see what you're doing however and this will only be unfavorable for you Dyson. The answer like you is simple. It was given to me by The Morrigan." The ladies appear shocked. "I have nothing to hide, everyone knows that I went to see The Morrigan. You must know The Morrigan personally, if you know their scent."
"Don't tell me it's still Vex. Thought he got the boot from the party fiasco. Anyway, I remember him giving out mascara tips, not expensive watches," says Kenzi.
"I still can't believe Evony's gone and Vex took her place of all people. Don't get me wrong, he is powerful, but not that responsible," says Bo. "How'd she die?"
"I don't know how, Dyson told me," says Kenzi. Tamsin frowns all the while staring at Dyson. "Dyson, do you know how she met her maker?" asks Kenzi.
"Can't answer that," he says.
"Can't or won't," says Tamsin. Dyson ignores her. "I knew it. I see. And I see you. Wow. Light Fae huh? I can personally handle a meet and greet for you," says Tamsin, to Dyson.
"Hey what about us? We want to see Vex or this new Morrigan that hands out swag bags too," says Kenzi.
"That can be arranged. Just let me know when you want to go, so Dyson can be on schedule," says Tamsin.
"I'll pass," says Dyson.
"Thought you might," says Tamsin.
"Why don't you want to come with us, they're giving out free jewelry. Plus you already know them, it'll be a breeze," says Kenzi.
"I have other things to do," he responds.
"Like working? Dude just say you don't want to go, even with us," says Kenzi.
"You said it," says Dyson.
"My turn," says Tamsin. "I'll be frank, my question is Dyson, what is the real reason for your dislike of me? And don't lie like you do, emphasis on that. It's obvious you don't like me, and the feeling is presently mutual, but I have my reasons that you caused, but what's yours?" says Tamsin.
"You hit the nail with that one," says Kenzi. He doesn't say anything and looks at Bo then back at Tamsin. Kenzi is waiting for an answer. "So are you going to answer the question today because I know for a fact we all want to know," says Kenzi.
"A deal is a deal Dyson, I answered your question, now you have to answer mine." Dyson is quiet. "Come on we don't have all day, some of us have lives. I've got nothing to lose is the quintessential answer for someone that usually has everything to lose forgetting what they hold dear. Now answer the question," says Tamsin. He still isn't saying anything. "I'm not threatening you, but I don't want to force you to, it'll scramble your head."
"Wait that took a left turn real quick," says Bo.
"You mean that old trick with the skull face and the black eyes, or the shadow," he says. "I know your game. Won't work, I already shifted."
"Not quick enough," says Kenzi, to Bo.
"Did you?" says Tamsin, to Dyson. "You know me well huh? Hmm that's funny. Thanks for sharing by the way. Let you tell it my brain hasn't caught up to my body yet. This is rhetorical but why haven't you shifted yet," says Tamsin, with emphasis on the yet. Dyson looks around himself, confused to why. "You know the thing about watching shows growing up, they give you ideas, and you can use just the right amount of imagination. Villains always tell their plans that's why they get foiled. Calculate just right and you don't get caught."
"What is this Kenzi 101?" says Dyson.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm listening," says Kenzi.
"You like playing out of bounds, but the game is inside the court. Catch up," says Tamsin.
"No you catch up. Valkyries don't take that long to remember. Trick said a couple of weeks at most, so now you're the least."
"The least? You're taking from the top of the totem pole when you should be grabbing what you can reach. Several of my lifetimes has been older than your life. And you expect me to remember it all at once. Maybe I could, maybe I can't. Maybe I can and maybe I won't. Maybe this is me because it is me. You don't want me to remember my lifetimes, you just want me to remember the last time I saw Bo. See I am different to you, but I am the same person, and that's consistent with all of my lifetimes once I became aware of them. Every Valkyrie is different. And unless you are one then you don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, you can't be trusted."
"Oh I can't, says the person who knows The Morrigan's scent."
"You had it out for Bo since the beginning."
"The beginning of what?" asks Tamsin.
"D-man, what the fudge are you doing dude?" says Kenzi.
"Tried to have her locked up for a comatose patient. She could've been in the Dark dungeons for the rest of her life."
"Hey, I don't like this," says Bo.
"Don't like what? The truth?" replies Dyson.
"What? What is he talking about?" says Tamsin.
"Dyson you know that things are complicated. What are you doing or trying to prove?" asks Bo.
"Yeah dude, ish is supposed to be natural, you're hanging off the railing with this," says Kenzi, yet Dyson continues.
"You lied about being undercover, so that you can do The Morrigan's bidding."
"You lie," says Tamsin. Bo knows that Tamsin was gone for that lifetime. "Why are you saying all of this? It doesn't make sense."
"Because he's an asshole. That's what assholes do," says Kenzi. Dyson ignore her.
Back to Tamsin. "Aren't you the know it all? You came into her life being her enemy," he says.
"What?!" exclaims Tamsin.
"Now wait now Dyson, you're going too far and too deep. Stop it, right now," says Bo.
"That doesn't even sound like me. You're lying. He's lying, I wouldn't take a job personally. I did that once in my life and I paid for it. I wasn't even a bounty hunter then. I couldn't control the consequences. That's all I can say about that. But Dyson, The Morrigan is not my boss. I follow procedures because I am a Dark Fae. And I am an actual Valkyrie, not bred. The Morrigan hired me. I'm an independent contractor. That so-called loyalty that you have may make you think things are fine. But it's not a trade-off for the things you've done. However, that's your excuse, you think like that because you're a servant, a proud one at that," says Tamsin.
"It's like I said, you're a danger to…" he says, being cut off.
"Bo, he's sabotaging. It's like what he did in The Dawning," says Kenzi.
Bo thinks about it. Him as hand, how he made his own world, and what he did for the key. She thinks about how he referred to Lauren as an expiration date. Bo gets upset. She holds her head. "I feel dizzy…I just wish you would stop!" Her eyes flickering red.
"You okay Bo-Bo?" says Kenzi, noticing.
"I don't know. I feel like I'm losing control," she responds.
"Well try to keep it together," says Kenzi. Bo nods her head.
"Are you alright? I can stop all of this if it's causing you pain," says Tamsin.
"Oh now you want to be supportive," says Dyson.
"Dyson dawg, your support system is like four flat tires my dude," says Kenzi.
"I am supportive. How many times have they asked you to stop and you won't? That's real supportive. And what's this I hear, sabotaging Dawnings? Wow you're a real true friend. Nothing to say huh? There's that circumstantial blind loyalty. And you're hurting your friends because you just don't know when to quit. Maybe your brain regressed slowly as you matured."
"I'm tired of these games," says Dyson.
"That's all you," says Tamsin.
"Preach," says Kenzi.
"What is it that you want flower girl?" he says.
"I'm staying out of this one," says Kenzi.
"I want you to answer my question mortal," says Tamsin, voice echoing about the house.
"You see this is this is the ish I'm talking about. Dude you need to stop before you get stopped," says Kenzi. "What part of that don't you understand? I don't need stuff popping out."
"I'm not playing mind games with you," he continues.
"A hard head makes a soft ass. Can't say I didn't warn you," says Kenzi.
"But you like to play them on others," Tamsin's voice echoing.
"You don't know what you're talking about," says Dyson.
Tamsin exhales, trying to hold back her frustration. "For the sake of Kenzi and Bo," she says, voice back to normal. "Sometimes the best way to teach someone is to show them themselves."
"And what frame did you read that from?" asks Dyson.
"I'm like Red now. He obviously wants to die," says Kenzi, to herself.
"When's the last time you read a book? Or the first time for all that matter. Anyway, you're trying to hurt me with your words. But words can hurt physically too."
"Oh shit," says Kenzi.
"Rewind," says Tamsin, to herself. It does rewind to this moment. Everyone except Tamsin is doing WTH looks.
"What is this Kenzi 101?" says Dyson, not being able to stop what he is saying. Kenzi the same.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm listening," says Kenzi.
"You like playing out of bounds, but the game is inside the court. Catch up," says Tamsin.
"Valkyries don't take that long to remember. Trick said a couple of weeks at most, so now you're the least," says Dyson.
"Pause," says Tamsin. And it does, just like a remote to a television. "Words can hurt. Allow me to use my words to show you. You're in my mind fortress. Welcome to your Dawning."