
((Lost in the wilderness, pestered by sensation-seekers, in the throes of despair, the Very High Priestess has been brought low indeed. She realizes that the energy she has been channeling caused her to pursue Beauty, Pleasure and Power to a degree she had not thought possible.))
%% What does it all mean? Why am I brought to this pass? It's not enough that I made a fool of myself with a man 20--er, 10--years younger than me and reveled, yes reveled!, in behaving like a bitchy drag queen---I had to become fifty feet tall, too!! Who is this Madame Schwannstucker really? Was she sent to test me? If she was, I failed. Failed utterly! %%((She weeps inconsolably. In the distance, the wail of a siren can be heard getting closer and closer.))
%% What now? Have they come to arrest me? For what? Being 5 stories high without a license? %%((The crowd of curiosity seekers parts as an ambulance arrives and pulls up next to the bedraggled HP. The doors open, and several people climb out.))
** Secky! My dear, say you forgive me for making such a mess of your movie. I don't know what else to say. This is such sad state of affairs! **((As the HP starts to weep again, Mr. Raymille climbs onto her knee and hands her up a bedsheet. Meryl dries her eyes and blows her nose as flash cameras go off by the dozen.))
Mr. Raymille:
**Don't despair, Meryl. We were able to nab Madame S. boarding a flight at JFK and struck a deal with her: immunity from prosecution in return for the formula to counteract the adverse side effects of the infamous Anorek-Sea-Wrap. She'll be allowed to go free the moment you return to normal size. **** What do I hear? Oh, Secky, bless you, bless you! **((Meryl grabs the startled Mr. Raymille and kisses him repeatedly. There follows a pause for a quick blow dry and treatment for a crushed rib. At last, fortified by a shot of Old Rose and accompanied by a nurse and his loyal Assistant, Mr. Raymille approaches the High Priestess once more.))
