And...She's Not Moving.

“What is he still doing here? Dobby asks. “You were supposed to be putting him back.” Dobby sniffs at Writer Lady. She makes no movement to show the ginger cat attention. “I knew this was going to happen. You broke her.” Dobby says glaring at Monitor Man. “Who's going to feed me?”

“Relax. I didn't break her. She just isn't moving...a whole lot.” Monitor Man answers looking into Writer Lady's eyes. “Not so much as a blink. That's new.”

“So Monitor Man, you have seen this before.” TP asks holding on to the edges of his lapels.

“Yes I have. I have a solution too. When people freeze like this after they see me, what I usually do is say 'hello' to someone else and they snap out of it. Dobby if you will?”

“Will what?” Dobby asks.

“Be an example for you mother.” Monitor Man answers. “Say 'hello' to me and give me a hug. Your mother will relax. She and I can get to know each other.”

“I don't even like you. Get someone else.” Dobby snaps.

“Don't worry, I can handle this.” TP says to Monitor Man. TP flies over to hover near Dobby's shoulder. “Dobby, let's look at the evidence. Writer Lady is your mother. It's just you and her. If you don't help wake her up no one will feed you again—ever.”

“You would feed me.” Dobby says to TP.

“You're okay for a cat. But you're really spoiled and high maintenance. If something happened to Writer Lady, my ass is out of here.” TP explains.

“What about?” Dobby asks.

“Tinkletoes? He went to a cupcake expo again this weekend. He is talking about taking jobs near the new cupcake district they are building in Montana. Or was it North Dakota?”

“I know. Furnatche will help me. We're practically bros.”

“If Writer Lady stays like this forever, the characters just become words on a page. They can't help you.”

Dobby looks at TP, then at Writer Lady. The cat reaches up and gently touches Writer Lady on the leg, “Mom?” Dobby's eyes tear up.

“Of course you do have another option.” TP says. “You could live with...Grandma.”

“NOOOOOOOOO!” Dobby howls with despair.

“Then you must help Monitor Man.” TP says nodding.

Dobby nods and glares at TP. Glares at Monitor Man.

“Okay. Let me set the scene for you.” Monitor Man says kneeling down to talk to Dobby. Monitor Man looks closely at Writer Lady then looks at where he and Dobby are. “Let's scoot in a little closer to your mom.” Monitor Man puts his hands on either side of Dobby's shoulders to guide the cat over to a new spot.

“You're touching me.” Dobby growls. “Mom doesn't even touch me much.”

Monitor Man pales for a moment. “Sorry. I'm just trying to line us up. That way she will see us clearly when her eyes start to focus again.”

“You really should be more careful when you talk to people.” Dobby says.

“You're kidding me right? I didn't do this on purpose.”

“You've done it before.” Dobby says accusingly.

“A few times.” Monitor Man says looking at Writer Lady in her frozen state. “They don't warn you about this in Hollywood. The paparazzi yes. The women tearing at your clothes yes. Not this. Never this.”

“Actors have their problems too.” Dobby says. “I guess.”

“Ready?” Monitor Man asks.

“Ready.” Dobby says.

“I have been ready forever. I have a date tonight so let's finish this.” TP says.

“Faeries date?” Monitor Man asks.

“I thought all faeries were male.” Dobby says.

“We are. But we sure do love to play with those pixies. Feisty little things they are.” TP says. (he giggles)

Dobby and Monitor Man look at each other. They don't want to know what TP has been doing with those pixies.

“So Dobby. Go back a little bit. Walk up to me. Look at me adoringly. We'll go from there.” Monitor Man instructs.

“Of all the...stupid...ridiculous...he is so annoying.” Dobby mutters walking over to his starting spot. “I'm not touching you...you big hairless weirdo.”

Dobby walks over to Monitor Man. Looks up and glares.

“That's looking at me adoringly?” Monitor Man asks looking at TP.

“He's a cat. You're lucky to get this much.” TP answers.

“Well hello.” Monitor Man says with his super friendly smile. “How are you today?”

Dobby mutters.

“It's nice to meet you Dobby.” Monitor Man says with an even larger warmer smile.

Dobby rolls his eyes. Big.

“It's so nice to meet you too. You are the greatest, most wonderful yummiest actor ever. I just want to eat you up.” TP's voice comes out of Dobby's mouth.

“Thank you. That's so nice of you to say. Would you like an autograph?” Monitor Man says.

“Yes. Please on one of my incredibly voluptuous breasts.” TP says.

Dobby's eyes enlarge. “No way! Not happening.” Dobby turns to go.

“What's wrong?” TP asks.

“I have eight nipples!” Dobby looks at Monitor Man, “You can't see any of them.”

“Dobby this is just role playing so Writer Lady will wake up. I was just trying to make it sound realistic. Saying things a woman might say. Things Writer Lady would say.” TP explains.

“I wouldn't say that. Mom wouldn't either. No one is touching any boobs or nipples anywhere in this closet. EVER.”  Turning, Dobby leaves the closet.

“This is never going to work.” TP says. Monitor Man quietly nods in agreement.