“So were we,” Dr. Post echoed, as the hidden camera continued to record and dispatch the images to the two spectators.

“There’s not much to watch,” Liz told him. “I’m leaving,” she said getting up.

“Yeah, the lyrics ain’t much,” Tempus interjected. “But it has a good beat. You can dance to it. I give it a 76.”

Liz opened the door and walked out of the office.

Tempus paused and decided to fling one more arrow as he once again departed from the script.

Dr. Carrasco/Tempus: There is no Dulcinea. There is no world of your making, no world that epitomizes justice--no world seen through the rose colored haze of goodness. After tonight it will no longer exist--she will not longer exist.

Tempus turned and strode malevolently from the stage and through the group of actors watching him, and back to the 20th century.