Interior: my room, late at night.
Sit up here with a typewriter; try to figure out what's right.
Cut to the scene where the monster dies,
cut to the scene where the monster lives;
I could stay up here for hours.
I'm just a parasite, and I'm taking control of your life,
and I know, with your directorial prowess,
you'll find a way to kick me out.
Are you ready for the last flashback,
as everything flashes before your eyes?
Are you ready to give it all up,
at the beginning of your life?
Are you ready to die?
Who is Her? Who is Her,
and who Her is will be revealed
as a character inside your film,
and now, you know you are never really talking to me;
you're talking to Her.
Exterior: the flea market, searching for a prop;
scout locations in the park, then back to run-throughs of the script.
Fade to black.
Fade into the cast and crew.