V shrugsJax comes out of room V is sitting on the couch
Jax: Morning.
V: Oh, holy mackerel, it's morning.
Jax: Yep. Day two of our escape from the world. I slept like a baby, and a log rolled in one.
V: Oh, a baby log. I like the image.
J: You didn't sleep at all, did you? How come?
V shrugs
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V: I had every intention of going to bed. I did, I was just waiting to get sleepy so I sat out on the beach for awhile watching the moonlight on the water. That didn't work, it was just too darn beautiful. I ended up sketching, which usually knocks me right out.
J: Do you suffer from insomnia often?
V: Not since they took my badge.
Jax looks at V's picture
V: It's a dog
J: Oh somehow I figured that one out. I like this dog. Jax looks at other picture
V: A bird
J: yes wings, it's a dead giveaway. Hmm there's
a story here
V: Nope, just a drawing
J: Come on, you've got this bird nesting on top of this large dog's head. I mean it cries out with symbolism.
"How can the bird that is born for joy sit in a cage and sing." I didn't write it. Blake, did. William Blake did. You know, the artist, poet visionary
V: Oh, tiger tiger burning bright?
J: Yeah, that's him. Yea you know this image really speaks to me
V: Are you making fun of me?
J: No, absolutely not, I mean why is the bird, why is the bird alone, apart from the rest of the flock? I mean is it injured, and why is the dog such a mess. Did someone abandon him?
V: You're reading so much into a simple little sketch. I just I saw a couple of figures on the beach, and I liked their shapes, so I drew them that's all . What are you doing?
J: There's a story here, even if you can't admit it. I'm going to read into it over coffee.
V: Hey, careful not to spill on the work.