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(looks around frantically and sees her at front corner cradling the puppet in her lap and
singing a lullaby to it)

Edward: (urgently) We have to put that thing back in the box! NOW!

Ava: Why would I put our son in a box?

Edward: Our son is dead. That isn’t our son. Don’t you remember anything at all? The
accident, the funeral, the puppet master?
Ava: What funeral? You are making no sense Ed.

(Edward grabs Ava by her wrists and drags her to the front of the stage near the front door.)

Ava: (resisting) Stop! You are hurting me. What are you doing?

Edward: (with his face flushed red) Showing you what you really have in your arms!

(Edward opens the door and both of them enter it with the puppet. Only Edward exits. In his
hands is a limp life-size puppet of Ava wearing the same clothes as her and the puppet of the
boy is stitched onto her palm. Edward falls to his knees and starts sobbing while clasping
both puppets tightly. After a while he lifts both of them gently and takes them back inside
through the door.)
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