[Leigh, Chelsea, Vince, Liv and Gary all return to the house with the purple door. All of them look very tired and upset, Gary immediately going into the living room and collapsing onto the sofa. Leigh and Chelsea move in front of the sofa, sitting down on the ground. Liv very quickly runs into the kitchen.]

Vince: [upset] Olivia, wait!

[Vince follows Liv into the kitchen. Vince quickly closes the door.]

Vince: Look, I’m-

[Liv quickly slaps Vince.]

Vince: [surprised] Ow!

Liv: [angry] Why the fuck did you let him take Cheshire?

Vince: [upset] I didn’t let him take Cheshire, he was choking me at the time!

Liv: [angry] You have superpowers! You should have done something about it!

Vince: [angry] I would have done something if I could breath!

[The two go quiet, taking deep breaths.]

Vince: [with Liv] Sorry.

Liv: [with Vince] Sorry.

[The two look at each other and give an awkward chuckle.]

Liv: [upset] I want my cat back.

Vince: We’ll get Cheshire back, I promise.

Liv: [upset] We fucking better.

[Liv gives a weak smile.]

Vince: Do you want a hug?

[Liv nods quickly. Vince moves over and gives her a hug.]

Vince: We’ll fix this. I promise.

Liv: [upset] Thank you.

[The hug lasts a bit longer, then Vince lets go.]

Vince: Um… I’m going back in there. We’re going to make a plan. Okay?

[Liv nods. Vince nods back, then enters the living room again. He is surprised to find Gary, Leigh and Chelsea already carrying large black bags. They’re also in different clothes now; Gary is wearing a white shirt and black trousers, Leigh is wearing a black hoodie, red shirt and jeans and Chelsea is wearing a blue long sleeve shirt and a black body warmer. All of them have their bags on the floor, shovelling through them.]

Vince: [confused] What’s going on? I was only in there for a minute.

Chelsea: [quickly] Oh, yeah, hey! Sorry, not a minute, three days.

Vince: [surprised] Three days?

Gary: Just planning our next action, getting the cat back.

Vince: [surprised] Well where did you go for three days?

[Liv enters.]

Liv: [confused] What’s going… on?

Vince: They time travelled. Three days.

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Liv: [surprised] What?

[Leigh gets up, hands in the air.]

Leigh: Can we stop yelling please? We’re gonna sort this out.

Vince: You could have taken us with you! We could help!

Leigh: You were having a conversation and I didn’t want to interrupt.

[Vince sighs. Liv moves around, going to Gary. She pats Chelsea on the arm.]

Liv: [curious] What did you actually get? Where did you go?

[Chelsea gets up, pulling out of the bag a handful of jagged knives.]

Vince: Jesus fuck!

Chelsea: Y’know… here and there.

[Gary pulls out cat masks, throwing them onto the sofa.]

Gary: They’re for us. You’re going all out, this guy is a legitimate threat.

Liv: Pardon?

Gary: Well it’s not like I can do anything! Not like you lot! You’re getting this prick and his stupid fucking hat, I’ll help where I can. Okay?

Vince: That’s fine. Just… we’re going all out?

[Leigh moves in front of Vince.]

Leigh: Well yeah. Firstly we’re getting that hat, secondly we’re getting Cheshire and thirdly we’re getting whatever we can out of this guy involving the Rabbit. If we have to go on a warpath, that’s fine by me.

[Vince nods. Liv goes to the group, helping unpack uniforms and more weapons out onto the floor and sofa. Vince backs into the wall.]

Vince: I have a gun.

[The group all turn to look at Vince.]

Chelsea: [surprised] Sorry?

Vince: I got into a fight with the… the Rabbit’s friend, Alice. There was a gun in the classroom. They never got it, so… I did.

[Leigh gets up, moving to Vince.]

Leigh: [concerned] Is it on you now?

Vince: No, it’s at home. But whoever this guy is, he’s… deranged. Psychotic. I’m not saying we should but I’m saying that we need to consider the worst possible scenario just in case.

Leigh: [concerned] Okay… okay, we’ll get it. But we get rid of it after.

Gary: We have a bottomless hat if we get this guy, so we have a hiding spot.

[The group enter a silent agreement as the bags are finished emptied. Gary enters a chuckle.]

Chelsea: What is it?

Gary: [chuckling] Just… ignoring the fact that I haven’t got one yet, we’re a bunch of superheroes dressed as furries about to go beat up a guy over a cat. That’s fucking comic shit.