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Resurrection Game (WIP 2021)

 AMEET

Sara, shall we?

SARA

I think not.

AMEET

come have Breakfast, you've always enjoyed a thick platter of pancakes, glazed with honey and maple syrup

SARA

Ameet. Stop hedging. You have to explain.

AMEET

Darling, Dear, we agreed yesternight, remember? the doctor said you needed rest-

SARA

Ameet, you haven't told me the truth of why I came home in.... in....in this state!

AMEET 

What state? Your'e perfectly healthy! 

SARA

Exactly! I feel better than ever. Without a flaw. I take it that- that would mean I do noT need rest-

AMEET

No! I mean, Sara-

SARA

-you said that here's nothing to worry about!

AMEET

There-there might be a relapse...

SARA 

Ameet. Look at me.

AMEET

Ah, i can smell the toaster burning bread! 

SARA

Ameet!

AMEET

BRB!

SARA

to self: i thought he said pancakes...

AMEET
comes back:

WE-WE'RE HAVING TOAST TOO SARA, HAHA!

(pulls out condiments from behind back.)

Sara, i love you more than you * *, you know that, right? 

(lightbulb pops, and comes back on)

SARA

Yes dear. But I love you like you do. 
(butters the toast and lathers pancakes with honey and marmalade)

Ameet: visibly relaxed.

...

(Through mouthfuls of food:)
How come Siti hasn't called me in? She usually buzzes non-stop when we take leave.

                                                                        AMEET 

Ahah I told you, remember? I told her that you got hurt and had to rest for a while, she totally understands.

SARA 

No, Ameet. I asked How come Siti hasn't called me?

                                                                          AMEET 

What?

SARA

AMeathead ah you. Didn't you hear what i said? (proceeds to bite toast)

                                                                            AMEET

( flustered): No, you definitely said- AHAHA yeahhh she said it's-

SARA 

Ameet are you okay?

                                                                            AMEET 

Yes, Siti, i mean, the company, (stutters lamely and in internal panic)

SARA 

Eh? (looks at her suspiciously clean fingers)
Ameet.

                                                                            AMEET 

Uhhh... Siti said...

SARA 

Ameet.

                                                                            AMEET 

Yes, darling?

SARA 

Look. (shows her fingers to him)
There's something wrong with the marmalade.

                                                                            AMEET 

Ah. Darling?

SARA 

Ameet what is happening. Tell me the truth. Where am I?

                                                                            AMEET

(Ameet hopelessly stares at her, eyes brimming with tears) It's really you, he whispers

SARA 

OH. SONOFA (Sara flings away the jar of honey : it shatters) WHAT'S HAPPENING

                                                                            AMEET 

Sara, I love you-

SARA 

AMEET YOU DAMN

                                                                            AMEET

- more than you * *, you know that, right?

                                                                       Sara freezes :


                                                                          

(deep, shaky breath after a burst of wobbly laughter):
Siti, collect patching data, Save log detail as Ressurection Program 5.6.8, Sara success.

Lightbulb pops.

(Sara unfreezes, looks confused, )

SARA 
Yes dear. But I love you like you do.

                                                                            AMEET 
Success.

SARA 

Yes dear. But I love you like you do.

                                                                            AMEET 

Success.

SARA 

Yes dear. But I love you like you do.

                                                                            AMEET 

Sara.

SARA 

Yes dear?

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