...the Fishman. He is holding a tray of fruity drinks. Even though the drinks have a faintly chartreuse glow to them, David reaches for one. The Fishman takes a drink to Ramona, who knocks the whole thing back in one shot.
"So, you really really want to know who killed Baby Grace?" she says. "Well, we've just had a bit of a snag concerning this whole sordid affair. You see, this little acolyte of mine {*pointing to the drone*} got the funny little idea in its head to tell the truth to David Jones. Unfortunately, it picked the wrong David Jones. As it turns out, it picked Davy Jones, former posterboy of the MonkeeGods". Ramona points to a go-go cage that is suspended from the ceiling in the corner of her room. "It's all rather tragic," Ramona says. "The drone told Davy Jones who killed Baby Grace, and I'm afraid the whole thing was a bit more than poor Davy could handle. Now all he does is moan softly and occasionally strikes his tambourine. But I keep him because he's a rather interesting conversation piece to have around the place." David takes a long sip of his fruity drink, eyeing the other Mr. Jones with a sense of compassion coupled with a *better him than me* tinge.
Ramona moves towards David, and all the feelings that he's harboured for her after all these years threaten to burst out, but he remains firm. "Cut the crap, and just tell me."
"Patience, my child, patience", she replies. "Of course I'll tell you. No point playing these little games any longer, as I've really tired of them."
Ramona leads David through a bead curtain that cuts off another corner of the room. In the center of the room is a large crystal ball. "All you have to do is look in it and it will tell you who Baby Grace was killed by."
David doesn't know whether he can really trust Ramona, but he's dying to know. So he peers into the crystal ball. Nothing is there. Then, ever so slowly, swirling colors start seeping in. But the picture is not at all clear.
"It's nothing, just a crystal," David says, and he is about to turn on Ramona when all of a sudden he sees something in the crystal ball. Looking closer, he sees that it is Ball of String.
"What the fuck" David begins and at that very second Ramona grabs a massive handful of hair and throws David to the ground. She straddles him and gives him the absolute MOTHER of all deeply-probing, highly-energetic tonguey kisses. Her technique could put Monte's to shame. Not even David's own performances with Yorick back in '74 and the early '80s could match her expertise. During the kiss, various images cross both their minds (fireworks exploding, waves crashing against the shore, toast popping up from toasters, farmers milking their cows...you get the picture). After an eternity of deep pleasure, Ramona's lips leave David's. She smiles down on him with her razor-sharp, whiter-than-white smile.
"Oh Ramona," David says, "there IS something between us other than our stoves."
Ramona bends down to lightly nip at David's left ear. In a voice that could make angels weep she whispers, "Yes....my darling....it's *clothes* my darling,*clothes*....after all these years, I can't lie to myself anymore. David, there's something I've always wanted to say ....TAG!! YOU'RE IT!!!!" she screams in his ear as she give his hair one last good pull. She leaps up and races to a door in yet another corner. Momentarily stunned, David gets up and rushes through the door that Ramona went through. But when it closes behind him, he notices right away that something is wrong. Ramona is nowhere to be seen. But Ball of String is there. And when he looks behind him, the door is gone. He hears a CLOMP CLOMP, and a mighty tail swish lifts the toga that he is once again wearing.
