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.**