Kevin, Lucy, and Painting

(Wearing his denim "painting" ensemble, Kevin is hard at work at the easel. Lucy, singing her own unique version of "Oh, Susannah" opens the front door and walks in. She stops, startled, when she sees Kevin.)

L: "Oh, oh my gosh, what are you doing here?"

K: "I live here, Lucy. What's your excuse?"

L: "I came by to pick up a dress that I left in your closet that I wanted to wear tonight... Wait a minute, don't changethe subject, you are supposed to be in London."

K: "Am I to take this strange reaction as a sign that you're not happy to see me?"

L: "Well, I would be happy to see you, if I knew you were going to be here. Why didn't I?"

K: "I wanted to surprise you?"

L: "You didn't. I mean, obviously, you have been here for a very long time, it looks like and I have been reachable all day and you didn't even call?"

K: "Well, I meant to, but I got distracted."

L: "Oh boy, oh boy... men... You know you are so insensitive. And I must be a big idiot. I mean, here I am, I've been missing you so darned much and you get here and you've been here for God knows how long and you don't even call me?"

K: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm an insensitive boor who doesn't deserve you, but the fact is, I'm exhausted and I'm jet-lagged and the trip was depleting and it was thought-provoking and none of this matters one iota compared to the hurt that I see in your eyes. Will you forgive me?"

L: "I'm not sure. There's a look in your eyes, too,Doc, and I don't think I like it. It's like this nasty sinking feeling that I get that you're going into that horrible dark place, that twin place in your mind, and it just spells trouble to me in big, fat ugly letters."

K: "Don't you think you're blowing this all out of proportion? Lucy, I was going to call you. Time just got away."

L: "I know you, Kevin Collins, and I know all the signs. I know especially when you start using words like `thought-provoking' and `distracted' and `time just got away.' Look at you. I told you this was a very bad idea. I did not want you to go. I didn't want you to participate in that creepy twin study."

K: "Right. And when you did, I had this sudden sense of deja vu, and I asked myself, why? And then it hit me. It was remarkably similar to the time that I asked you, no, make that, begged you, not to go to San Antonio and we all know how that turned out."

L: "Please, the two incidents are not even remotely the same."

K: "Except for that one little coincidence, you are absolutely right. San Antonio had life-threatening consequences attached to it, but the Oxford study is an academic exercise, no more, no less."

L: "OK, then, Doctor, how do you explain this? How do you explain your painting?"

K: "It's a hobby."

L: "When do you do this hobby? Don't answer. I will tell you when. It's when you're sinking back into that dark, horrible twin kind of creepy place. I don't even want to see what you're creating over there. It's probably some horrible screaming meany thing with lightbulbs coming out of its eyes, with blood dripping out of fangs and hair sticking straight up."

(Kevin is trying, and barely succeeding not to laugh.)

K: "Lucy, Lucy, why don't you come and see for yourself?"

L: "No, thank you."

K: "Lucy, just come and look."

(And the painting is revealed... Sigmund Rising... the Birth of Sigmund, Sigmund on the Half Shell, Surf's up with the Duck... ;-)

L: "Oh, Sigmund?"

K: "Yep."

L: "And you did this for me?"

K: "Who else?"

L: "Oh, oh boy, Doc, I don't know what to say."

K: "Well, you could say you liked it."

L: "I love it. I love it. It looks exactly like him, well, almost. It's close enough. I love you.

" K: "I love you, too."

L: "Promise me one thing, though, OK?"

K: "Oh, what now?"

L: "Just promise me, swear to me, that you will not get so swept up in this twin study thing that you lose us."

K: "Won't happen. I swear."

(And they kiss.)

(Later, Lucy is cuddled up under a blanket, asleep on the sofa. Kevin kneels at the head of the sofa, caressing Lucy's hair. He stands, puts on his shirt, crosses to the easel, removes the painting of Sigmund and places a blank canvas on the easel.)

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