(Mirabelle waits by the theater admission stand.)
Mirabelle (thinking): It's almost time for the play to start...I wonder what's taking him so long?
Fake Alucanth (off camera): Ah! There you are, Mirabelle!
Fake Alucanth: You look simply stunning this evening. Shall we find our seats?
Mirabelle (blushing): Huh? I mean, umm, sure!
Mirabelle (thinking): Is it just me, or does something about him seem a bit different?
(They enter the theater. Wolfbat flies up behind them.)
Wolfbat: This does not look good.
SFX: Stealth, stealth
Wolfbat: I need to get help...But to whom can I possibly turn? Hmm...
(Wolfbat descends upon Quisler Wormsley.)