Jellicle Ball 2017: The Rainbow Bridge
[Rebecca gazes up at the Rainbow Bridge. It seems especially clear and vivid this year, even a bit closer than usual. She feels almost as though she were in both places: in the ballroom looking up at old friends, and at the Bridge looking down at those below. Hercule sees this and nudges her, a little harder than he meant to.]
Hercule: No, Rebecca my dear, it is not yourown time yet. Stay with myownself a while longer.
[Rebecca tears her gaze away from the Bridge and slowly turns to Hercule.]
Rebecca: Yoo iz rite, deer Hercule. It iz not time yet, but it kud be soon.
Hercule: Would you like to dance, or have something to eat? I will get you anything you want, even if I have to send my private jet to get it.
Rebecca: No, letz juss sit an injoy da ball. Itz reely a furry majikal fing an I haz alwaze luvved it, ever sintz myown firstest one.
Hercule: All right, but be sure to tell myownself if there is anything you want.
Rebecca: I will, deer Hercule, I will.
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