// THE MARSCAPONE SCHOOL OF MAGIC //


It is night when we arrive back at the school.

VINCENT

THANK YOU FOR COMING HERE.

STRAUD

IT IS OF NO CONSEQUENCE.


We enter through the basement apartment.

STRAUD

WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU THINK HE MADE AN IMPRESSION?


The sound of footsteps comes from above our heads. It’s Myrtle, making her descent. She opens the landing door and lays eyes on her husband, Vincent Marscapone and Count Vladislaus Straud IV.

MYRTLE

COUNT.

WELCOME.


The Count bows deeply.

STRAUD

MRS. MARSCAPONE.

I’M SORRY MY VISIT MUST BE UNDER SUCH DIRE CIRCUMSTANCE.

MYRTLE

NO…

I’M GLAD TO SEE YOU.

STRAUD

WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF THE BOY’S DISAPPEARANCE?

MYRTLE

THE DOORS WERE LEFT OPEN.

STRAUD

WHICH DOORS?

MYRTLE

THE FRONT DOOR WAS CRACKED, AS WAS HIS BEDROOM DOOR.

STRAUD

WAS ANYTHING ELSE DISTURBED?

MYRTLE

I DON’T THINK SO BUT IT’S HARD TO KNOW EXACTLY.

STRAUD

TAKE ME UPSTAIRS.


The three of us walk upstairs to where Kevin’s bedroom flanks his mother’s.

STRAUD

THIS IS WHERE THE BOY’S BEDROOM IS?

MYRTLE

YES, IT’S RIGHT OVER HERE –

STRAUD

I DON’T NEED TO GO THERE, JUST…


We go silent, listening. Candles cast an amber glow over the quiet.

He steps over to a nearby table with a number of focusing crystals laid out for viewing.

STRAUD

THESE CRYSTALS. HE WAS SORTING THROUGH THEM.


All attention goes to Straud as a supernatural chasm seems to ripple through our consciousnesses.

It is the sound of a silver bell.

STRAUD

THE DOORBELL.

KEVIN HEARD THE SOUND OF THE DOORBELL.

AND HE ANSWERED IT.