(Everyone is gathered around a huge table stacked with food. Phoebe and Italics are both wearing clean clothes and a lot of plasters.)
Italics (between mouthfuls) So, you own this place, huh?
Voice(Tim) Yes I do. I think it's pretty darn awesome.
Phoebe) It certainly is! But now, down to business, do you have an idea why government agents are chasing us?
Tim) I do. It's because a: you're a Phase and b: you know that some animals can talk. The government want your DNA and more talking animals to join there side.
Hope) Ouch.
Glory) Whoa.
Italics) Shoot.
Phoebe) ... damn that government.
Italics) That's the name of this plotline.
Hope) I was wondering before. I see why now.
Glory) Well, Tim, do you know anyone who can help us? The government sent agents to break into Phoebe's house! I'm scared!!
Tim) Well, I can't let you stay here much longer. It's the government's permission that keeps this place legal to live in. I do however know someone who may be able to help you.
Glory) May be able to help us?
Tim) Look, she's very able and knows what to do.
Phoebe) Well, it's the best chance we've got, Glory. I think we should trust whoever it is.
Tim) I'll give you an address and some disguises. Italics, can you drive?
Italics) What? Oh yeah, yeah, just, I haven't for a while...
Hope) Italics, how old are you?
Italics) That is a very personal question, Hope.
Hope) Sorry, but you can drive yet you sometimes act as if you were only about 13-15 years old. And often 4.
Italics) I'm an Italicer. I'm ageless.
Glory) Charming.
Italics) Indeed.
Phoebe) ANYWAY, We'll need you to drive us, Italics.
Glory) We don't even know where we're going yet.
Tim) Here. Follow these directions and when she answers the door say that Tim told you to come here.
(Tim hands Phoebe a piece of paper.)
Phoebe) Well, We'd best get going then...
Italics) Gasp! Will we be safe from the mighty claws of the government? Will the person we're going to be able to hide us? And will I remember how to drive in time to get us there??
