Chapter 5
ALLEYWAY
Hugh stood in an alley behind the Brady Pub. He looked around, as if waiting for someone. Quite soon, the person he was waiting for showed up. He was a few years older than Hugh, probably in his early 50s. The two looked similar. This is Hugh's brother, Ernan. Like Hugh, he speaks in an Irish accent, only his is thicker.
ERNAN: What have you found?
HUGH: Not much so far. Just that the old man is dead, which we knew already. The girl said that her grandmother is still alive, but I doubt she knows anything.
ERNAN: What about the other old man?
HUGH: Him? Didn't you hear, he died years ago.
ERNAN: Oh, I know his type. Death is too good for him.
HUGH: So, what do we do now, Eirnin?
ERNAN: I think it's time we paid them a visit.
The two men walked off.
DIMERA MANSION
Bart was walking around.
BART: Man, it is so weird being back in this place again. It feels like it's been so long! I wonder if...
Bart walked down the stairs and knocked on a door. Rolf opened the door.
BART: Rolfie! My buddy! How are ya?
Rolf sighed.
ROLF: Bart, what are you doing here?
CLAIRE'S BEDROOM
Claire and Ciara were watching YouTube videos on Claire's laptop. They had just finished watching a clip from Chappelle's Show.
CIARA: So that was actually Rick James?
CLAIRE: During the bits with the green screen in the background, yeah.
CIARA: That's so cool that they got the real him!
CLAIRE: I know!
CIARA: Okay, so my favorite so far was definitely “Underground” by David Bowie.
CLAIRE: If you liked that, I'll have to show you the movie Labyrinth. That's where it comes from.
CIARA: I'd love to see it.
Claire stood up.
CLAIRE: I'll be right back.
CIARA: Hey, it looks like you got a comment on that video you put up earlier.
CLAIRE: Cool. Take a look and tell me about it when I get back.
CIARA: All right.
Claire left the room. Ciara clicked on the notification and read the comment that someone had left on Claire's “Will You Love Me Tomorrow” video. She looked slightly concerned. A moment later, Claire walked back in.
CLAIRE: Hey.
Ciara quickly shut the laptop.
CIARA: Hey.
CLAIRE: What'd the comment say?
CIARA: Oh, that? It was nothing. I thought it was a comment, but it wasn't. It was just some random notification.
CLAIRE: About what?
CIARA: I don't know. Some band you like put up some new video or something.
CLAIRE: Ciara, you're hiding something from me. What is it?
CIARA: Seriously, it's nothing. Sorry to get you excited over nothing.
CLAIRE: Let me see.
Claire opened the laptop.
CIARA: No, Claire, you really don't want to do that...
CLAIRE: Sure I do. I mean, it can't be that bad, right?
Claire scrolled down to the comments section. Her face fell as she read the comment: “Sure, I'll love you tomorrow, as long as you stop screeching into your computer. Singing? Please, girl, don't flatter yourself. A dying cat sounds better. lol” Claire closed the window and shut her laptop.
CIARA: Claire, I'm sorry.
CLAIRE: It's...it's fine. I'm fine.
CIARA: You sure?
CLAIRE: Yeah...yeah. It's whatever. Let's just go watch Labyrinth.
CIARA: Okay.
Claire walked out of the room. Ciara followed her.