[It's late in the evening hours when Marco returns to the apartment, just as it was the day before. However, things are different now. He himself isn't even sure what happened. It's like the last few weeks, especially the last few days are just a blur. What has he been doing? ...No, he knows what he's been doing, but why? What possessed him to do such a thing? What finally snapped him out of it? Somewhere in the back of his mind, there's an image of a girl. A dancing girl wearing a very odd white dress. She did something to him. She helped him.
How did he get home? He can't remember that much either. He must've wandered back in a bit of a daze. Now that the painful feeling in his chest is gone, the full force of exhaustion is hitting him hard. He's sore, tired, but above all he's ashamed. Ashamed of the way he's been behaving and ashamed of the way he treated Jean, who was only trying to look out for him.
Just like the day before, he slips through the door as quietly as possible. He expects Jean will be waiting for him again- ready to scold him again- but this time he won't avoid it. Jean has every right to get mad at him, he realizes that now.]
[December 1st - Action]
How did he get home? He can't remember that much either. He must've wandered back in a bit of a daze. Now that the painful feeling in his chest is gone, the full force of exhaustion is hitting him hard. He's sore, tired, but above all he's ashamed. Ashamed of the way he's been behaving and ashamed of the way he treated Jean, who was only trying to look out for him.
Just like the day before, he slips through the door as quietly as possible. He expects Jean will be waiting for him again- ready to scold him again- but this time he won't avoid it. Jean has every right to get mad at him, he realizes that now.]