“Remote viewing for dummies”

By

Robert Janeck

4815 Comanche Way

Madison, WI 53704

 

FAde In: Apartment 3A               Act 1, scene 1

A somewhat sunny apartment, not new, but not antique.  Few personal possession indicate that the resident is either a person of few possessions by choice, or just doesn’t have much money to waste on stuff.  The space in front of the viewer has a man’s figure move from stage left to stage right.  Dressed all in black, with shades, and a watch cap, he would be out of place in the sunny light of day.  Only visible in the sepia tone.  The other cameras would show an empty apartment.

Bob                      

Well, this isn’t the library.  I have to learn how to control and direct.  Are at least I didn’t get stuck in the refrigerator again. Nice place, if you like model apartments.  I wonder if this place is lived in, or vacant and furnished.

We hear The sound of steps approaching, the key entering the lock, the door swivels on hinges, We are treated to the vision of the inhabitant, Becky.

 

Becky

I don’t care what the movie reviews are saying, I am going to the damn movie, with or without you.  In fact, you are disinvited to go to the movie with me, and think of what I always let you do when we are in the movie, prick!  I’m going to take a splash and dash, and you aren’t going to be there.  Bye.

 

Moving quickly, Becky moves to the kitchen counter, empty of crumbs, and anything else, except the coffee maker, and the toaster, and drops the mail, and the weekly newspaper.  Done with speed, the mail spreads out, like a spray of cards from a Vegas dealer.  Bob moves over and can see that there is a bill from the cable company, probably for internet only, the cell phone company, and the front page of the weekly news matches the copy he has in his own living room.  He has a good idea of the movie she wants to see, and her jerk boyfriend doesn’t.  Becky is on her way to her bedroom, removing her top before she has left the room that Bob only wishes he was in in person.

Becky

Sings a few lines from the popular songs of the day, as she is in her bedroom.

Becky quickly moves from the bedroom to the bath, and we hear her enter the shower.  Bob has had his moral debate, and decides to enter the bathroom.  Becky’s outline is visible in the shower, but Bob is sane enough to not put his minds vision in the shower itself, besides, he would be too close to catch the full vision.  Becky completes a quick shower, the splash and dash, that she had mentioned at the end of the phone call, and steps out, almost entering the space that Bob’s mind is.  She frowns, and squints her eyes looking directly at the Bob.  His eyes open wide, but he doesn’t retreat, because he is at the wall, and doesn’t know for sure what happens when the wall is breached.  She finishes drying and does into her bedroom again.  Bob follows to the bedroom, standing not far from Becky on the bed. Punching her phone, the call goes through, and the speaker phone is active.

Minimalist bedroom, double bed, no magazines, just a few personal things    

        SISTER SUE

Hello. (Very melodious)

becky

Beckob here.        

sister sue

I am about to get tubed and scrubbed, just like a new potato what is on your alleged mind, Girly girl? (The sound of the bathtub water running, followed by the shower starting.)  I am about to get wet…water wet.                                  

becky

Just checking for time for the flick?

Sister Sue

7:00. As in the night time 7.

becky

k.   Remember to dry all over, don’t want guys to think that you are happy to see ‘em

Bob is looking like he saw a ghost, perhaps himself and wanders back into the living room. Fade out.

 

FAde Out:

 

Scene 2

 

“Remote viewing for dummies”

By

Robert Janeck

4815 Comanche Way

Madison, WI 53704

 

FAde In: Apartment 3A               Act 1, scene 1

A somewhat sunny apartment, not new, but not antique.  Few personal possession indicate that the resident is either a person of few possessions by choice, or just doesn’t have much money to waste on stuff.  The space in front of the viewer has a man’s figure move from stage left to stage right.  Dressed all in black, with shades, and a watch cap, he would be out of place in the sunny light of day.  Only visible in the sepia tone.  The other cameras would show an empty apartment.

Bob                      

Well, this isn’t the library.  I have to learn how to control and direct.  Are at least I didn’t get stuck in the refrigerator again. Nice place, if you like model apartments.  I wonder if this place is lived in, or vacant and furnished.

We hear The sound of steps approaching, the key entering the lock, the door swivels on hinges, We are treated to the vision of the inhabitant, Becky.

 

Becky

I don’t care what the movie reviews are saying, I am going to the damn movie, with or without you.  In fact, you are disinvited to go to the movie with me, and think of what I always let you do when we are in the movie, prick!  I’m going to take a splash and dash, and you aren’t going to be there.  Bye.

 

Moving quickly, Becky moves to the kitchen counter, empty of crumbs, and anything else, except the coffee maker, and the toaster, and drops the mail, and the weekly newspaper.  Done with speed, the mail spreads out, like a spray of cards from a Vegas dealer.  Bob moves over and can see that there is a bill from the cable company, probably for internet only, the cell phone company, and the front page of the weekly news matches the copy he has in his own living room.  He has a good idea of the movie she wants to see, and her jerk boyfriend doesn’t.  Becky is on her way to her bedroom, removing her top before she has left the room that Bob only wishes he was in in person.

Becky

Sings a few lines from the popular songs of the day, as she is in her bedroom.

Becky quickly moves from the bedroom to the bath, and we hear her enter the shower.  Bob has had his moral debate, and decides to enter the bathroom.  Becky’s outline is visible in the shower, but Bob is sane enough to not put his minds vision in the shower itself, besides, he would be too close to catch the full vision.  Becky completes a quick shower, the splash and dash, that she had mentioned at the end of the phone call, and steps out, almost entering the space that Bob’s mind is.  She frowns, and squints her eyes looking directly at the Bob.  His eyes open wide, but he doesn’t retreat, because he is at the wall, and doesn’t know for sure what happens when the wall is breached.  She finishes drying and does into her bedroom again.  Bob follows to the bedroom, standing not far from Becky on the bed. Punching her phone, the call goes through, and the speaker phone is active.

Minimalist bedroom, double bed, no magazines, just a few personal things    

        SISTER SUE

Hello. (Very melodious)

becky

Beckob here.        

sister sue

I am about to get tubed and scrubbed, just like a new potato what is on your alleged mind, Girly girl? (The sound of the bathtub water running, followed by the shower starting.)  I am about to get wet…water wet.                                  

becky

Just checking for time for the flick?

Sister Sue

7:00. As in the night time 7.

becky

k.   Remember to dry all over, don’t want guys to think that you are happy to see ‘em

Bob is looking like he saw a ghost, perhaps himself and wanders back into the living room. Fade out.

 

FAde Out:

 

Scene 2

FAde In:

Act 1. Scene 2

Suburban kitchen.  Looks like a guy kitchen, with guy stuff, and kitchen stuff all over.  But no food items, and some military type of stuff is in evidence.

 

Bob enters with a cup of coffee in his hand.  Talking over his shoulder to another man, he uses a tone that indicates that this guy and him have a history that does back decades.

Bob

I told you, I am in that gravity chair lawn thing I got at the garage sale in early summer, and I am in my basement, next to the water heater and that modem thing that Carla has for the computer hook up with the cable company.  I am not asleep, the feelings are just like being awake, and just like I feel right now.

Norm

Here, let me tip the bottle a little more in your coffee, this is better than a BBC America soap opera.

Bob

I didn’t get that much the last time you tipped your scotch, and is sure as hell didn’t get me drunk.

Norm

Ok, so tell me about your little trip, or fall, into some chicks apartment.

[Scene description]

bob

I relaxed, and did just a little of the stuff, and it was like the dozing off you do on the interstate, after a couple of hours of driving, after lunch, but without the crash, the glass, the busted metal, and the cops.  Then I am in her apartment, just like I am the maintenance guy, or a boyfriend.  She comes home, throws the mail, and the Isthmis on the table, and I can read the envelopes she got in the mail, and the paper, the part that is not covered, is just like reading my copy at home. 

Norm

And then what did she do, take a shower?

bob

In a lowered tone, How did you know that?

Norm

Well hell, I didn’t, but all the letters in the Penthouse magazines went this way.

 

bob

It was real.  She took of her shirt on the way to the bedroom, then came out butt naked, and went to the shower. 

 

norm

Shit.  Did you follow her in, and how much did you see.  Was it like being there, did you smell the steam from the shower?

 

                     BOB

I was outside of the shower, but she had one of the clear plastic shower curtains, and there was a lot of girl there. No smell of steam, because my nose is back in my basement  I could hear her when she called her sister and decided to go to the movies with sis, instead of her main squeeze. 

 

          NORM

 

I still think you are full of shit, but, it is a good story. 
You have to figure out a way to prove it to me.

 

 

 

 

Last pour of the high octane stuff into the coffee cups, and there is the sound of a motorcycle in the background.

FAde Out:

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