Actor, comedian Ben Bailey is in a dark room, sitting at a vanity table.

ACT I

Scene 1

Ben Bailey

(Crying Out)

Hnng! Hnnnnnng!

Ben Bailey hunches over and clutches at his chest.

His head rests now upon the desk. He turns his face to side.

His lips part and a foam of blue green saliva pours out onto

the desk.

He convulses and a darkness billows across his eyes: his eyes

turn completely black.

A ghastly Ben Bailey leaves his skin and floats upwards

through the ceiling. He continues to rise, as he looks down upon his apartment, his neighborhood, his city, his state, and finally comes to a stop in high orbit above the earth.

It was not the first time Ben Bailey had projected onto the

astral plane. As a child it had been misdiagnosed several times as narcolepsy, however, Ben entered high school and correctly realized that his dreams were often visions of a persistent place, the spirit world. Ben visited the spirit world occasionally until his late twenties when the pressure of his increasingly successful career meant that he had less time available. He had taken the day off from CA$H CAB, his gameshow on the discovery network.

But today, Ben is now projected high into orbit, desperately trying to gain his bearings. It is not catastrophic for Ben if he fails and loses his connection; if that were to happen he would merely have a headache for a few hours. However Ben orients himself with the earths magical ley lines and descends back in the direction of his body.

An hour earlier, Ben saw fire streak across the sky. He received negative responses from his friends when he asked them if they had seen it. This troubled him, as that meant the flame he had seen was actually spiritual energy, and he is curious to find out who was behind the mystical disturbance.

Ben Bailey looks down now, just in time to notice the greenish yellow streak of a mystical attack on his spirit-presence.

BEN BAILEY

(with confidence)

Who are you?

Ben Bailey sees a flash of a skeletal green face and is snapped back to his body.

Ben Bailey wakes up now, at his desks, with the two necessary vials of his blood he had collected for the ritual spilt across his desks, staining his hands.

BEN BAILEY

(with anger)

Fuck!