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Then he walks toward the kitchen. On the way he passes the muslin cloth that conceals the door to what he thinks of as ‘Sensia’s bedroom’. He touches the cloth so very lightly. SENSIA (O.S.) I love you, Pitypapa. And I always will. No matter what. These words bring our demented hero to tears. COYDOG (O.C.) What you cryin’ about now? Turning Ptolemy sees the beloved apparition of his childhood mentor. PTOLEMY I don’t remember. COYDOG You got to find what I give you and do what I asked before it’s too late. In this state Ptolemy is almost sane. There’s a pathos to his melancholy over Coydog’s request. His head hanging low he walks past (maybe even through) Coydog. COYDOG (CONT'D) Are you listenin’ to me? When he gets to his ‘bed’ Ptolemy uses a small wooden block to step up and sit on the table, his feet hanging down. It is then that he looks directly at his old friend. PTOLEMY
I done tole you, Coy. I forget what I did with it and I’m ascared too. I’m ascared.
This admission is like shackles to Coydog. He’s trapped by Ptolemy’s cowardice. Slowly he fades into the detritus of the hoarder’s room. He fades away almost completely but there’s still a trace of him in the fabric of the ruins.
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