Dramatis Personae

Grimble. She's like a bratty teen.

The Key has gone still. It feels heavy and cold.

Mark Ozark. He's surprisingly trusting.

Fred Lawrence. He's having the time of his life.

THE LAB

You aren’t sure you trust this Fairy. You’d like to know more. Something seems impossibly grave about using the Key right now.

Breaking out of your thoughts, you see Mark squinting at you suspiciously. “So… what exactly are you?”

“Hm?” You respond.

“Like, that crazy lookin thing acted like YOU were a Fairy too, and you have that weird metal thing… what’s up?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Really?”

“I swear.”

While you’re talking, Fred walks up to you with a wide smile.

“Stranger, are you going to use that Key?”

“Um, no actually, I was thinking I would think about it more. It seems dangerous.”

Fred looks concerned for a moment, then his smile returns. “I have a proposition for you. Grimble says that with her help, I could use the Key too. Would you let me try it?”

Mark looks at him angrily. “Why would you want to use that freaky Key?” “Grimble says it could fix the Machine, and I could know anything I want. Maybe I could even fix your illness, too.”

Mark turns away with a huff. “You don’t know anything about my illness.” Fred turns to you. “Well, what do you say?”



GIVE HIM THE KEY ==>