Alexander is thrust into a an uncomfortable looking chair in a pool of light. He’s surrounded by shadowy figures. They speak amongst each other in quiet tones. Alexander: What’s going on? What do you want from me? A few of the people turn toward him. They murmur indistinctly. Bartolomeo approaches and inspects Alexander closely. Bartolomeo No... No, he won’t do. He won’t do at all. Alexander Hey, what do you mean? What’s wrong with me? Bartolomeo suddenly shifts his tone. Bartolomeo What do you want out of life, Mr. Harrison? What drives a man like you? Alexander My... My name isn’t - Bartolomeo Why’d you do it, Mr. Harrison? Such a bright spark of life, taken in the prime of her life, her blooming years! Alexander Wait, what is it I’m supposed to have done? Bartolomeo Don’t try to act innocent with me, sir, her soul cries out for vengeance from beyond! He holds up a picture of a flower Bartolomeo Do you deny...