My dream last night
The scene: 'Monarch' tube station, on the Hammersmith and City and District lines. Midnight. A girl arrives, buys a bottle of water and a kitkat, and makes her way down to the platform worrying vaguely about whether stopping to buy a kitkat has made her miss the last train. It hasn't; there's one more coming although nobody will tell the people waiting which line it is. The Gossip's cover of George Michael's Careless Whisper plays in the background for some reason.
On the platform: three drunken people, Agatha Heterodyne, and somebody who looks a bit, but not much, like Gil Wulfenbach.
[All dialogue is made up post-dream because I don't remember how it actually went but this was the gist of it.]
Gil?: Agatha, there you are. I've been looking all over for you. Please forgive the mask. We have to catch this train so that I can take you back to Castle Wulfenbach, where nobody will hurt you at all or use you for horrible occult purposes, definitely.
Agatha: Um.
Gil?: What?
Agatha: I mean, you've got the clothes right, but it's fairly obvious that you are not Gil, and you are in fact Gratiano dell'Allia.
Gratiano: HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?!
Agatha: You never go anywhere without a horse, you don't ride in your own carriage [three other totally random IC-wrong but in-dream right clues that I can't remember now] and, um, you're not actually wearing the mask.
Gratiano looks at the mask in his hand, and facepalms.
Gil and Gawain offstage somewhere as I was waking up: Gratiano, you idiot.
FIN.
On the platform: three drunken people, Agatha Heterodyne, and somebody who looks a bit, but not much, like Gil Wulfenbach.
[All dialogue is made up post-dream because I don't remember how it actually went but this was the gist of it.]
Gil?: Agatha, there you are. I've been looking all over for you. Please forgive the mask. We have to catch this train so that I can take you back to Castle Wulfenbach, where nobody will hurt you at all or use you for horrible occult purposes, definitely.
Agatha: Um.
Gil?: What?
Agatha: I mean, you've got the clothes right, but it's fairly obvious that you are not Gil, and you are in fact Gratiano dell'Allia.
Gratiano: HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?!
Agatha: You never go anywhere without a horse, you don't ride in your own carriage [three other totally random IC-wrong but in-dream right clues that I can't remember now] and, um, you're not actually wearing the mask.
Gratiano looks at the mask in his hand, and facepalms.
Gil and Gawain offstage somewhere as I was waking up: Gratiano, you idiot.
FIN.