A family of hobos, winos and hustlers that are shooting dice in this neck of the woods of Long Island City. We are privy to see where Heather Angelo has been hiding these past few weeks since her resurrection. She hides in an old abandoned warehouse near The Hudson River.
That’s all she allows us to disclose.
Our camera zooms past the lost souls that wander this settlement, then through the windows and into an area that's in the far reaches the warehouse.
It’s dimly lit by several trash fires. You see a silhouette of two people dancing on a far wall.
As we get closer it’s Heather dancing and humming a familiar song to someone we can’t see.
Heather: 1...2...guess who’s hmm hm hmmm..
Heather: 3….4.. lada da daa da daaa
The two stop dancing. Heather and her partner are standing still looking at each other.
Heather: What’s wrong? You don’t like the songs I sing to you?
Heather: Mida, I never sung a song to anyone in my life. You should moment should feel very special for you.
Heather: What is it? You don’t trust me?
Heather lets go of her partners hands and walks away from them as though she was hurt by something they said.
The funny thing is...we can’t any responses. As if she’s talking to herself.
Heather walks over by one of the trash cans. The light illuminates her being and you can see the sadness in her face.
Heather: It’s her isn’t it?
Thru the flames you can see Heather’s face grow with anger.
Heather: Don’t you lie to me!
Heather turns and rushes over to her partner who still stands there motionless and in the same position that Heather left her.
Heather: It is her! She’s using you as protection? From whom? Empress and Ashley? I’m sure it couldn’t be little ol’ me. She’s defeated not only me but….
Heather: ...you know the demon whose name I cannot and WILL NOT spew.
Heather fixes her partners Afro to make it look even. Heather then steps back and looks down her partners waistline and fixes the flannel shirt that’s tied around her partners waist.
Heather: I’m sorry, Flo. Valkyrie said it herself that Empress is the violent psychopath. Not me. Hmph.
Heather: Ashley Moore is the one that can cash in on her at anytime. Hmph.
Heather: So I don’t understand why on earth would she make you dance with the devil. Perhaps it’s because she doesn’t want you to become champ-
Heather: DON’T CUT ME OFF WHILE I’M TALKING!
Heather slaps Flo and her head falls off her shoulders. Our cameraman follows the head as it rolls on the ground towards the trash can.
All you can see is Heather’s footsteps getting closer and closer as she picks up the head by it’s afro.
The light from the flame reveals that Heather has been dancing and talking with a manican this entire time.
She holds the head in position to talk face to face.
Heather: I’m sorry baby. But she wants to eliminate you from the competition by being her “friend”. But don’t worry I will help her play the game, mami.
Heather: By eliminating you myself.
Heather drops the head in the trash can. You can see the afro burn and the head melting as the scene fades.
