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Daniel:
LAUREL SPARTA:

((Laurel listened carefully to the sounds being transmitted to her through the small earbud in her ear.))

**Excellent work, Diablo. Excellent work.**

((With a touch of a button on the computer keyboard in her office, she had the live sound feed channeled through the computer, recording it on a CD. She walked over to the balcony overlooking the Riverton set.))

**So Jack, you would undermine everything that everyone's worked on for so long, with these foolish whims of fantasy.** ((Laurel's slow, creepy voice echoed softly in the room.)) **Your days are numbered, boy. Your days are numbered.**

((Laurel turned and headed back to her private chambers, down the hall from the office which overlooked the Set.))

Daniel:
LAUREL SPARTA:

((Drifting off to sleep, comfy in her bed, Laurel remembers one thing. She gets up for a minute and goes over to her laptop, punching a few keys.))

**That should keep him busy til we can amend the situation.**

((She crawls back into her luxurious bed, smiling as she had put the entire Riverton set on Shuffle.))

Mikaela:
MONROE:


(( Snores happily and contentedy on, oblivious to the fact that Jack may possibly have ripped the very fabric of reality as they know it....  :o  ))

Daniel:
JACK

((Jack drives on, growing more and more confused as time goes by.))

**Are the buildings moving? Why the hell are the buildings moving? We've been going down this road for what seems like hours and we've gone by the same building three times. That scene where I meet Ennis at his new little ranch house is supposed to start any minute and I can't even find anyone who knows where it is.**

Daniel:
LAUREL SPARTA:

((Laurel awakes gently, stifles a yawn, and gets dressed in her best business suit as she walks down the hall back to her office. She steps out on the balcony of the production tower and looks over the Riverton set, still moving about confusingly as per her instructions. She smiled to herself.))

**Sometimes, its good to be a production assistant.... Now to have a conversation with this so-called director.**

((Laurel gathers some motion sickness pills from her medicine cabinet, and makes her way down from the production tower, pausing to give Cissy Spacek a stamp with her signature in the hopes of avoiding future commercials with feminine hygiene products. She steps out on the small lawn surrounding the tower and looks around, trying to determine where the director's trailer is at this very moment.))

((She instantly cheers up.)) **Ah, yes, here we are.**

((The director's trailer was floating directly toward her on one of the islands of land that were moving around each other sporadically. Laurel took a breath and stepped off her own platform onto the moving one carrying the trailer. The short flight of stairs leading to the door were easily overtaken; Laurel knocked briskly and stepped into the director's office.))

**Goodness, my dear. You're positively green. You mustn't look outside too often when these little things happen. You'll get seasick. I brought some pills for you in any case.**

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