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A Greyhound bus. Dominic is sitting in the back. Maybe listening to music (Miles Davis) or maybe reading a book (maybe Paradise Lost. Maybe Harry Potter). Shot of the bus, engine sputtering. Bus driver looks perplexed.
Driver: Sorry about that, folks. We’ll be on the road in just a few minutes. Meanwhile maybe you’d like to stretch your legs for a bit while we figure out what’s wrong.

People look disgruntled but start getting off. It’s night on a stretch of road in the middle of nowhere. Flat ground. Barbed wire fences on either side of the road. There’s a twisted old black jack oak tree on the far side of the road. Dominic gets off the bus and heads toward the tree. He leans against it and lights a cigarette. A dark figure emerges from the other side of the tree. Dom turns his head as she speaks.

Fury: And what is this? The angel who is not an angel. The man who is not a man. What brings him out of his hole?
Dom: Fury. What are you doing here?
Fury: It was curiosity compelled me to seek you out. We’ve not seen the King of Runaways on the move for some time, have we?
Dom: [sudden realization] you broke my bus!
Fury: Will you save the day, Dominic? Redeem yourself? Oh, they will love you again, won’t they?
Dom: What do you want, Fury?
Fury: Only to see you suffer. I must admit that seeing you torture yourself alone all those long centuries hadgrown rather dull. It fills me with joy to see you care about something again. Do you know why, Dominic?
Dom: I don’t care about anything you have to say.
Fury: It is because this, like everything you have ever attempted, will end in ruin.

Dom turns and begins walking away.

Fury: Ignore me all you want. It makes no difference. We will meet again soon enough.

Dom gets back to the bus. It starts up again like nothing happened.