[Sissel quickly moves into a stairwell, empty. Once he’s in, he sits down and Tracey appears behind him with Goldberg.]


    Tracey: Problem?


    Sissel: [worried] I need to talk to Liv and steal Goldberg’s laptop.


    Goldberg: Hey, if you’re gonna be working with me, you can call me Richard.


    Sissel: [worried] I need Dick’s laptop.


    Goldberg: [annoyed] Okay, you… you said that too quickly.


    Tracey: How do we get Richie’s laptop?


    Goldberg: I prefer that. Also before you guys saw me, I was mainly just… walking-


    Sissel: Correction, haunting.


    Goldberg: Whatever, I was in the college. And my stuff? It’s still here too.


    [Tracey and Sissel turn to Goldberg.]


    Goldberg: [confused] What? The powers-that-be told them to keep my stuff.


    Tracey: [surprised] That doesn’t seem professional.


    Goldberg: [defensive] Probably not, but it’s still good for us.


    Sissel: If we’re keeping this power a secret then we’re gonna need to get that laptop. Wherever it is.


    Goldberg: Still my office, last I checked.


    Sissel: Well… Go Busters!


    [Sissel raises his hands up in fists, where Tracey fists bumps it. He looks to Goldberg.]


    Goldberg: Yeah, I’m not doing that.


    [Sissel pushes himself up.]


    Sissel: Suit yourself, Dick.


    [Goldberg groans as Sissel walks up the stairs and through a corridor, following after him. Tracey stays in this room. Goldberg quickly catches up to Sissel.]


    Goldberg: [annoyed] Just to clarify, can you not keep calling m-


    Sissel: What was your power?


    Goldberg: [annoyed] Pardon?


    Sissel: I need to know your power. Now.


    Goldberg: I could alter the reality of things that I touched.


    Sissel: [chuckling] Okay, that’s pretty cool actually.


    Goldberg: And my second-


    [Sissel quickly stops Goldberg in a doorway.]


    Sissel: [worried] I’m sorry, did you just say second?


    Goldberg: Yeah… some people get a second power.


    Sissel: [worried] I…


    [Sissel quickly gets his notebook out and scribbles in it.]


    Sissel: [worried] I will keep that noted.


    Goldberg: [confused] Anyway, my second power? I could see the future.


    [Sissel nods, scribbling it down on his page as “future, 2” directly over the word “Chelsea”. He quickly closes the book.]


    Goldberg: [confused] Okay, how the hell do you understand that? That’s just a mess.


    Sissel: It just works, come on.


    [Sissel quickly moves towards a lift, heading in with Goldberg. It starts going up.]


    Sissel: Tracey already there?


    Goldberg: I’d be surprised if she wasn’t.


    Sissel: Then can you help me with something?


    Goldberg: [confused] I already am?


    Sissel: I need you to help Tracey move into a proper afterlife.


    [Goldberg looks to Sissel.]


    Goldberg: [surprised] Seriously?


    Sissel: Look, you… you a religious man?


    Goldberg: [surprised] Well… okay, yes, but I’m not even close to devout enough to understand why we’re still on Earth! We go somewhere else, I don’t know the story of how we get there.


    Sissel: Yeah, well, we need to do something.


    [Goldberg looks at Sissel surprised.]


    Goldberg: [surprised] Why? I… based on how you were acting about it, I thought you would wanna keep her around.


    [Sissel shakes his head.]


    Sissel: That’s not what she deserves.


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    Goldberg: [surprised] Okay… okay, I’ll try and… try and find something. Anything.


    Sissel: [hesitant] Thank you.


    Goldberg: Just give me time.


    [Goldberg slowly fades away as the door opens. Sissel makes it out and sees Tracey there, smiling.]


    Tracey: Hey.


    Sissel: Hey.


    [They come over and hold hands, then move towards the offices.]


    Tracey: Do you know your way around here?


    Sissel: Shouldn’t be hard, I mean…


    [Sissel opens a door to show the office rooms lined up.]


    Sissel: One of these rooms is going to be missing a name surely, so just find-


    Tracey: [triumphant] Did it!


    [Sissel looks surprised as Tracey drags her over to the door labelled “23”. The name tag has been removed. Sissel is dumbfounded.]


    Sissel: [dumbfounded] How the hell do I function without you?


    Tracey: [triumphant] I ask myself every day.


    [She quickly kisses Sissel and moves through the door, making him sigh.]


    Sissel: [loud] I can’t do that.


    Tracey: [through door] Sorry.


    [Sissel grabs the door handle, shaking it a bit. He tries to push the door open, bashing into it from the side.]


    Tracey: [through door] Need help?


    Sissel: [loud] It’s fine, I’ll… sort it out eventually.


    Tracey: [through door] Don’t need my help?


    Sissel: [loud] Not right now.


    [The door suddenly glows bright, scaring Sissel and making him fall back. He falls to the ground, now seen by Hyde.]


    Hyde: What are you doing?


    [Sissel jumps again.]


    Tracey: [through door] Are you okay?


    Sissel: [jumpy] I just… I-I needed to get to Goldberg’s office.


    Hyde: Well it isn’t Goldberg’s office anymore, it’s mine.


    [He moves in front of the door.]


    Sissel: [jumpy] W-why is that?


    Hyde: Well when a teacher dies…


    [He moves in front of the door, sliding in “Louis Hyde” where the name tag should go.]


    Hyde: And you then take their job, it usually means that they don’t get an office anymore.


    [Hyde unlocks the door as Sissel gets up.]


    Sissel: [jumpy] Okay.


    [Hyde opens the door and finds the desk with a series of boxes across it and Goldberg’s laptop still out. He sighs.]


    Hyde: I can deal with this.


    [Hyde enters, Sissel quickly entering the doorway and seeing Tracey sat on the desk.]


    Hyde: [joking] Even got me a free laptop!


    Tracey: That isn’t his, is it?


    [Sissel shook his head as Hyde turns on the laptop.]


    Sissel: [hesitant] Hey, I don’t think-


    Hyde: [defensive] I’m just trying to see if it works, don’t worry about it.


    [Hyde turns on the computer and sees the screensaver, face dropping. He sighs and closes the laptop.]


    Sissel: [confused] C-can I get it now?


    Hyde: [worried] Yeah, sure. This is Goldberg’s, right?


    Sissel: Yeah, it is.


    [Tracey looks at Hyde’s face intensely.]


    Hyde: Seems like a nice guy.


    [Sissel nods, turning and walking out of the room. Once the door is closed, Hyde leans down to the desk and sighs. His phone gets a message, which he checks. The name Whitley Barbit is there.]


    Rabbit: [text only] Do it now. Or else you’re gone.


    [Hyde sighs, pocketing his phone. Outside, Sissel is booting up Goldberg’s computer with Tracey by his shoulder. The screensaver comes up.]


    Tracey: Okay, did it! Recognize anyone?


    Sissel: [certain] Nope.


    [Tracey sighs.]


    Tracey: Well so much for a good start.