[Sissel runs out the front doors of College, quickly looking around and mumbling to himself. He’s passing through a car park on his way out, only with a couple of cars there. He focuses on the floor.]

Sissel: [mumbling] I’m in idiot, I should… grade-a… idiot! And Witley Barbit, the hell is-

[Sissel starts walking past Goldberg, looking around the area confused. He takes notice of Sissel.]

Goldberg: Hey, you’re already done?

Sissel: [annoyed] I gave Chelsea the laptop, accidentally with the notebook and our teacher wants to kill us.

[Goldberg nods, putting his hands in his pockets.]

Goldberg: Okay, that’s not good.

Sissel: [annoyed] No, no it is not. Also Tracey says that he’s talking to a Witley Barbit who probably wants us dead…

[Goldberg perks up, thinking.]

Sissel: [annoyed] And Liv is annoyed with me, which is completely fair but I don’t know what to-

Goldberg: Witley is the Rabbit.

Sissel: [annoyed] Pardon?

Goldberg: Barbit is just an anagram of Rabbit. Witley Barbit is a false name that the White Rabbit is using. Whoever this teacher is, they’re a pawn to the Rabbit. Honestly, it’s kinda obvious.

[Sissel groans, moving over to a wall at the side and headbutting it.]

Goldberg: Oh, come on! Don’t do that!

Sissel: [annoyed] It helps when I’m stressed.

[Sissel comes back over.]

Goldberg: How the hell does that help you when you’re stressed?

Sissel: It distracts me from stu- aaaaah!

[Sissel grips his forehead, bending over at the waist.]

Sissel: Christ, that hurts.

Goldberg: It would! You headbutt a wall!

Sissel: [strained] Um… what about you? Find anything?

Goldberg: [sarcastic] Oh, about what happens when we die? Yeah, I managed to find all the answers in about five minutes flat, good day for me!

Sissel: [annoyed] You don’t have to be a prick about it!

Goldberg: I’m sorry but you can’t expect me to find the answer you’re looking for in less than a day!

Sissel: Well… it’d help if you keep looking.

Goldberg: [worried] If you’re being chased by a man set to kill you, surely it’d make more sense to focus on that.

Sissel: I will… just Tracey matters more.

Goldberg: You mean the girl that you’re trying to get rid of?

Sissel: [annoyed] Can you just…

[Sissel groans, holding his head.]

Goldberg: Cecil… I’m sorry… but whether you like it or not-

[Tracey dropped through the ceiling suddenly between Sissel and Goldberg, landing with a bend then a quick bow.]

Tracey: Okay, that was actually better than I expected.

Goldberg: Nice landing.

Tracey: Thank you!

[Sissel gets up, stretching a bit. Tracey looks at him, worried.]

Tracey: [worried] Did you headbutt a wall again?

[Goldberg gies a judging stare at Sissel.]

Sissel: Yeah… little bit.

Tracey: [annoyed] Sissel!

Sissel: It helps!

Goldberg: [concerned] I would disagree with that.

Tracey: Well… look, can you explain to me why someone is trying to kill you?

Sissel: [worried] Um… it’s- well- it’s a bit of a long story.

Tracey: [annoyed] I’m dead. I have time.

[Sissel sighs. He looks at Goldberg then back at Tracey, frowning.]

Sissel: Fine. We were in a lightning storm that gave us superpowers.

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Tracey: I know that bit.

Sissel: We were there because the Tea Party, your little squad, saved me from having a gun pointed at my head. Two crazy people tried to shoot me, Leigh saved my life. We ran away and got struck by lightning. Now another crazy person wearing a rabbit mask is trying to kill us because apparently we got the Flash origin story. Any other questions?

[Tracey thinks for a moment, surprised.]

Tracey: Have you told anyone?

Sissel: [hesitant] No.

Tracey: Why not?

Sissel: Does it matter?

Tracey: Yes!

[Sissel hesitates speaking, chuckling awkwardly.]

Sissel: Well… who would believe it?

Goldberg: Other people like us.

Sissel: [annoyed] Really? Because I basically acted fucking crazy when she died, they’ll just think it’s… it’s psychosis. Or mental illness. Something would be wrong with me.

[Goldberg groans and moves over to Sissel and Tracey.]

Tracey: They aren’t like that, they’ll believe you.

Sissel: [hesitant] I don’t think they will.

Goldberg: Mind if I try something?

[Sissel and Tracey look at him confused.]

Sissel: [confused] What?

Goldberg: Well, just… I wanna see if my power still works.

Sissel: I doubt it.

Tracey: Worth a shot.

Sissel: I really disagree with that.

[Goldberg groans and places his hands on their shoulders.]

Sissel: I mean what do we expec-

[Sissel’s eyes suddenly go blue and he collapses to the ground in pain, groaning. He starts shaking on the ground, the world starting becoming dark in his eyes. After a few seconds, the scene clears up in a different area. Instead of a carpark, he’s now stood on the roof of a block of flats. He’s on the edge, overlooking a city. He starts taking deep breaths as his eyes return to normal, frantically looking around. To his left is Tracey and his right is Goldberg.]

Sissel: [panicking] What the hell did you do?! Where are we?!

Goldberg: London… Thamesmead, I think- holy crap, that works!

[Tracey turns around, stepping off the ledge. Sissel turns to Goldberg annoyed, stepping up to him.]

Sissel: [annoyed] You didn’t know that would work?!

Goldberg: [excited] No, but it’s a good thing that it did! I mean this is amazing, admittedly.

Tracey: Guys…

Goldberg: [excited] Ghosts can still use their powers, that’s a breakthrough.

Sissel: [annoyed] Could you maybe have given me some information about what the hell you were planning to do?!

Tracey: [annoyed] Guys…

Goldberg: Well there wouldn’t have been a point if it hadn’t worked!

Sissel: [annoyed] Oh my god, you really are a-

[Tracey turns to them.]

Tracey: [annoyed, loud] Hey! Dick and Dyke, look at this!

[Sissel and Goldberg look towards Tracey’s direction. Sissel is immediately shocked and stumbles backwards. He screams, but is caught by Goldberg who flings him onto the roof.]

Sissel: [terrified] What the hell did you do?!

Goldberg: Thamesmead… London… 2009…

[Goldberg chuckles and jumps down, walking next to Tracey. On the rooftop, in front of the group, there stands Benny on the ground having what appears to be a seizure with Benny, Goldberg and Cheshire stood over him. In the back is Marshall and Alice, wearing their white and brown masks, along with the Hatter next to them.]

Goldberg: This was the day that the team fell apart.