Notes: Scene changes and character actions are in italics.
Most of us inhabit at least two worlds, the real world, where we're at the mercy of circumstance, and the world within, the unconscious, a safe place where we can escape. The Maxx shifts between these worlds against his will. Here--homeless--he lives in a box in an alley. The only one who really cares for him is Julie Winters, a freelance social worker, but in Pangaea, the other world, he rules the outback and is the protector of Julie, his jungle queen. There, he cares for her, but he always ends up back in the real world. And me? Old Mr.Gone? Only I can see that the secret which unites them, could destroy them. I could be helpful--ah, screw it--I think I'll have some fun with them first....
Maxx: There are many interesting species of predator and pray sheltered within the broad but grassy spaces and masked granite thorns in the outback. One of these is the outback slug. It can leap nearly a quarter mile straight into the air but it has never mastered the ability to land. It has no predators, it is just...stupid. On the other hand the great northern Cabbit can land and jump, but it has a natural enemy, the Iz. The Iz can jump and land and has no natural predators unless you count--ME!
Reporter: The 12th victim of the man known as Mr.Gone and the cops are baffled how can we stop this murdering thug--
Julie: As we walked back home my mind wonders across all the other lonely misguided people in this dark city. Lots of people could use my help, but somehow, I always come back to ol' Maxx. Geez, the poor guy doesn't have a clue. Every time he gets into trouble he goes into this 'in another world I was protecting my jungle queen' crap. Can't blame the guy though. If I was a purple homeless guy I guess I'd reduce my social worker to a bikini clad jungle bimbo who needs my help too. At least in his dreams he's some kind of super hero. Boy this city is full of people who are experts at avoiding reality and with good reason. I'm not sure any of us wants to know what goes on out there at 3 in the morning in some stink ridden alley. God knows who doing god knows what. Best not to think about it; just push it down and go on. Maxx thinks I'm an extremist but come on, guys are saying that sometimes 'no' means 'yes'. And honestly sometimes it does. But I don't think any man who has pulled himself off a crying woman has for even a second, been confused for a second about what she wanted. Maxx thinks I'm heartless too, and maybe I am, or maybe I care too much. But I have my fortress, warm and dry, far away from the twisted city below.
Maxx: They come out the ground, pulling me down, I have to fight back! Or be destroyed!
Maxx: ...then I wake up as usual, it was all a dream.
Julie: Ally-oop schnooks, it's almost night. This is my house, not a hotel. I got you a coat and hat so you won't be quiet so conspicuous. Not that being large, purple, and violent isn't a good disguise.
Maxx: You got any toast?
Julie: Somebody once said a liberal is a conservative who's never been mugged. Hn, a few years ago I wouldn't have laughed but today, I'm not so sure.
Tommy: So Glory, where'd you get the knife?
Glory: From my pop, for protection. He says it's dangerous around here.
Tommy: Oh, so, what do you want to do while the jackets dry?
Glory: I don't know. I feel really existential today, like Darby Gill and the Little People or something--uh, huh? Hey, Tommy cut it out, 'kay? Just because we're drying out jackets together doesn't mean you get touching privileges, get us some Cokes, 'kay? Cool off!
Tommy: Sure Glory. Geez, don't get mad. leaves
Glory: Douff. Huh? a shadow moves across the floor Who's there?
Mr.Gone: I can feel the machines begin to leak, belch in my presence. I can hear the beating of her heart, she is like a small delicious slug. I have only to close my hand to posses her. Hi honey, I'm home.
Tommy: walking back to the laundry mat Listen Glory if you're always going to send me out to buy cokes and burgers and stuff then we're goin' steady--yeah, that's what I'll say. And if we're going steady then that means--Glory?
Julie: Try not to get into any fights, okay Maxx?
Maxx: Yesterday that woman I was trying to save was attacked -- it said so on the news. phone rings I should do something about that.
Julie: Spoken like a true fanatic. A few women who can't take care of themselves get messed with and you ride to the rescue. Who are you to assume responsibility for their lives?
Maxx: I am the Maxx. Answer your phone. leaves
Mr.Gone: The others cry out for you Julie Winters, their screams of agony are the kisses that I place upon your neck.
Julie: That's...very interesting, tell me more...
Mr.Gone: Seems one of your friends in the police department has tapped this line, no matter, I am having a servant of mine place this call.
On the street
Maxx: Hey, don't I know that guy? What's he doing with two phones? And why doesn't anyone else notice he's only a foot and a half high!? It's one of those underground things from my dream, only black, and faster! Rats...too narrow. But it's slowing him down too. Maybe enough for me to go around and nab him! Now...easy...crap! Didn't know they could jump. closes dump on Iz Got ya! Now what do I do with him? looking in dumpster Don't jump at me you little--gone! Damn. But if he can bit through steal what is he doing running away from--Crap!
Mr.Gone: Greetings Burlappen.
Maxx: Who the hell are you?
Mr.Gone: Amazing, you really don't remember any of it. Not the girl or the Iz or the bloodworms or me
Maxx: Then it wasn't all a dream, unless I'm dreaming now...
Mr.Gone: Too bad, I normally hate killing amnesiacs
Maxx: Oh god, now I remember, it was all coming back to me. I could feel the hot sun on my back skin and the grasses under my toes. Those little creatures were Iz but twisted and changed by being moved to this world.
Mr.Gone: True enough, but too bad you'll be dead before you have the chance to mutter this to anyone!
Maxx: Damn, still talking out loud.