(-Lights come up. ADULT PAIGE and ADULT TONY enter and sit on the park bench.-)

ADULT PAIGE: Well that was invigorating.

ADULT TONY: Indeed.

ADULT PAIGE: Now lets both agree, to never be in the line of fire again.

(-ADULT TONY nods, and there is a short pause-)

ADULT TONY: You know, we've never had a chance to talk when that policewoman caught us.

ADULT PAIGE: And whose fault was that?!

ADULT TONY: (-Raises an eyebrow-) I had warned you, you chose not to listen.

ADULT PAIGE: (-Stunned at his statement for a moment-) I suppose, but I still don't understand why you didn't just sneak up on her and knock her out, it would have made less of a scene...

ADULT TONY: (-Snorts-) Oh, come on don't be like that. Time flies when you're having fun. Now that she's out of the way, tell me about yourself.

ADULT PAIGE: What's there to know about? I'm a fugitive, just like you. (Beat) Which reminds me, how did you know the police were after me?

ADULT TONY: As the old saying goes, "It takes one to know one."

ADULT PAIGE: (-Stares down at the ground-) Hmm, I suppose so... (-Looks back up happily-) What your favorite food?

ADULT TONY: Fish. Yours?

ADULT PAIGE: Oranges.

ADULT TONY: Cool. Now if I may ask, my dear, why do you dislike the color green? It can't just be because you see it as 'horrid'. For the record, I could see green looking lovely on you.

ADULT PAIGE: (-Putting her hands up-) Whoa there friend you might need to slow down! (-Exasperated sigh-) Here's a tip, stop saying "my dear", I am not anyone's "dear"... DEAR!

ADULT TONY: (-Raises eyebrow-) You are avoiding the question.

ADULT PAIGE: (-Sighs-) I just don't think green is a creative color.

ADULT TONY: But how is it not? Nature is green, and most things in nature are very creative looking.

ADULT PAIGE: (-Suddenly becoming very serious-) Here's another good tip, of how to be a creative wit. Green is the color of logic, and I don't associate logic with creativity. Not only that, but it is the color of jealousy, envy, poison, sickness, and misfortune. It is the color of the corruptive dollar bill. And most importantly, it is the color of permission. (-Whispers under her breath-) I don't need anyone's permission...

ADULT TONY: Ah... I see... You clearly seem to know more about this than I.

ADULT PAIGE: I listen to my heart, I listen to the rain, I listen to the voices in my brain.

ADULT TONY: (-Looks at her curiously-) Hmm, interesting.

ADULT PAIGE: (Beat) May I ask you one thing? Uh... Actually two?

ADULT TONY: You may.

ADULT PAIGE: Alright. First of all, "Tony Timeless"? Forgive me for saying so, but that has to be one of the worst criminal nicknames I've ever heard. Not creative.

ADULT TONY: (-Rolls eyes-) If you think that's bad, you should start hearing what the Press has started calling you...

ADULT PAIGE: What!? What are they calling me?!

ADULT TONY: "The Painted Paige"

ADULT PAIGE: (-Gasps-) What?! The press can't do that to me! They don't even know my name! Tell me you're joking or I'll paint your face! (-Takes out a black paint brush-)

ADULT TONY: (-Laughing and holding his hands up-) I'm kidding I'm kidding! The press didn't name me either...

ADULT PAIGE: Thank goodness! (-Lets out sigh of relief-) But in all seriousness, how the heck did you get your name?

ADULT TONY: Well... it just came to me.

ADULT PAIGE: It just came to you? Well that's embarrassing.

ADULT TONY: Not as embarrassing as fighting with a spear that looks like a giant pencil...

ADULT PAIGE: Creatively killing, got a whole art supply of death at home. I got the pencil spear, explosive crayon crossbows, ninja stars made out of scissor blades, and miniature paintball guns... Made out of hardened clay. It's kind of my thing.

ADULT TONY: (-Looks impressed and curious-) Since when?

ADULT PAIGE: Since... fifth grade.

ADULT TONY: (-Head snaps up with shock-) F-Fifth?

ADULT PAIGE: And I even helped some boy... Well... Murder our teacher...

(-ADULT TONY shaking my reaches for his sword.. He takes it out, revealing a green string.-)

ADULT PAIGE: M-my string!

(-ADULT PAIGE's eyes widen with shock, as does ADULT TONY's. Another flashback, where YOUNG PAIGE and YOUNG TONY are teaming up and about to strike at their teacher. After they kill the teacher, they chat about inaudible things and leave the class with the dead teacher holding hands. The flashback ends. ADULT PAIGE and ADULT TONY gape at each other.-)

BOTH: It's you!

(-scene goes black-)

(-VOICES say "Sunrise, sunset, night and day, time doesn't go backwards, only one way. The changing seasons, isn't it strange? How time makes our appearance change."-)

END

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