Letting the fog in

Patty

'...it's up.'

Adjin looks at Patty's Facebook page with the picture of her and the banshee from the boardwalk's Haunted House ride. Laughing...

Adjin

'I have such a gift...'

Patty

'Yeah, it's one of those gifts you pass on to someone else...it's called re-gifting...'

Adjin

'You will get a new guy from this. Men like women who are fun...in a good mood.'

Patty

'...well I don't want anyone who won't listen to me.'

Adjin

'...complain...but not right away...give him a chance to like being with you...'

Patty

'...I do what I want...I don't want to hear this...if I want to talk about being upset...are you listening?...you aren't saying anything.'

Adjin smiling broadly

'...I know, right?

Patty pushes Adjin's shoulder and spins around to look through the foggy garden towards the back of John's house.

Patty

'Hey, the back door is open...'

Adjin

'Maybe Aunt Margaret is cooking...smokes gotta go somewhere...'

Patty punches his arm. She walks down the foggy sidewalk towards the front of the house. Adjin grabs the Banshee and follows her. Patty looks at the front porch.

Patty

'The front door is open too. Why? I mean it's damp out here...'

Adjin

'...my Auntie's cooking theory is correct...'

Patty stops

'Something is not right...I can feel it...'

Adjin joining her

'Oh no you don't. You've been afraid the whole way over here.'

Patty walks towards the front porch

'...well then you lead...'

Adjin

'...oh no...women can lead...'

Patty turns to look at Adjin

'...really Adjin? Is that all you've got?'

Adjin

'Lead on mamma bear.'

The front porch creaks as they walk up the steps.

Patty looks at the door...wide open...the misty breeze, moving the Irish lace curtains like some ghostly apparition. Adjin leans the Banshee against the house.

Patty, yells through the door.

'Hello? Auntie? John?'

She turns to Adjin.

'No answer and there's a chair turned over at the dinning room table.'

Adjin

'...and you announced to anyone lurking inside that we are here.'

Patty and Adjin look at each other and run back off the porch. They look up at the open door.

'Auntie's is an uber Virgo....neat freak. There would never be a chair left like that. John would...but he wouldn't cause it would bother his aunt.'

Adjin

'Dr. Phil's got nothing on you...Psychology 101 girl...'

Patty sees a car coming slowly up Ocean Blvd. It's a cop car.