(We open in the vast halls of the Arizona complex. Davy and Micky wander around, looking totally lost.)

Micky: This is ridiculous. (Grumbles) And I still feel a little cold.

Davy: I wish this place had a map or somethin'.

Micky: Yeah, a sign with a little start that says "You are here!" *pauses* Not that you could ever really figure out where "here" was...

Davy: Maybe we could imagine ourselves a map.

Micky: Couldn't hurt to try.

(Davy concentrates. When the dark blue light subsides, there's a large, fold-out pamphlet in his hand.)

Davy: Well, what do you know? It worked!

Micky: All right! Let’s see if we can figure out how to read it.

Davy: (Opens the large map) Well, we're here.

Micky: Okay... *turns around 360 degrees* so which way do we go?

Davy: (Looks at the map) Well, according to this, we're in the suite areas. Alex probably has the other two here SOMEWHERE.

Micky: *makes a glass appear* Shall we take a listen?

Davy: Don't have much of a choice at this point. :p

Micky: Want your glass or take turns?

Davy: My own, please.

Micky: *tosses Davy his own glass* Here you go.

Davy: Thanks. (They lean in and listen.)

Micky: Is that laughter I here?

Davy: I think so. What's goin' on in there?

Micky: I don't know. *shivers suddenly* But I get the feeling that Alex is definitely in there.

Davy: We have to save Petah! He may be hurtin' him!

Micky: We’re gonna barge in!

*Together, the guys slam through the door. They land on the floor inside the room.*

Micky: *sides* Well, I did say 'barge.'

Davy: (As he and Micky untangle themselves) Petah! We're here to save you!

Alex: *makes a face; holds a feather* You're here already!?

Peter: (He's tied to a chair; Alex tickles his bare feet. Between laughs) Guys...help....

Davy: Petah! What ARE you doin' to him?

Alex: I'm holding a feather! *holds it up* What does it LOOK like I'm doing?

Micky: Tickling him to death?

Peter: Help...can't stand it...

Micky: Get away from him, Alex.

Davy: Or we'll MAKE you.

Alex: Make me.

Davy: I like the sound of that. (He concentrates. There's a blue light around Alex...and he reappears glued to the celing)

Alex: Hey!? Let me down! I don't like heights!

Micky: Nice thinking, Dave.

Davy: Thank you.

(Davy and Micky go to Peter's chair and untie him. Micky hands him his boots.)

Peter: Thanks, guys!

Micky: *flips his glass* The old classics never fail.

Peter: Where ARE we? Are we in Arizona?

Micky: Yeah, we are.

Davy: You haven't seen Mike, have you?

Peter: (Shakes his head) No. All I saw was Alex. (Shudders) :

Alex: Let me down please.

Micky: *turns to Alex* Quiet, you. *imagines a gag over Alex's mouth* Better.

Peter: Let's find Michael and get out of here. I hate the Arizona complex. All the lost souls here...

Micky: Don't have to ask me twice. *looks up and waves* Bye, Alex!

*Alex grumbles into the gag.*

Davy: Have a nice night up there!

Peter: Do you think the blue-light could find Michael?

Davy: It couldn't hurt to try. Everyone concentrate and think "Mike."

Peter: That's kinda scary.

Micky: *laughs* I knew you had it in you, Pete!

Peter: I've been practicing.

(Peter closes his eyes. The other two concentrate. There's a blue light in various shades around them. When the lights subside, they're in Alex's suites. We see Mike, tied to the bed, his shirt open and his eyes closed.)

Micky: That's not good.

Peter: Michael! (He runs to his best friend and puts his hand on his shoulder) Oh guys...Michael's aura is awful. It's so pale and shaky.

Davy: I think a good startah would be tuo untie 'im.

Peter: Here you go, Michael! (He pulls out an arrow to cut through the ropes on Mike's wrists.)

*Davy and Micky each free an ankle.*

Micky: There, all done.

Peter: He's really out. (Shakes Mike's shoulder) Michael, are you ok? Your aura doesn't look so good.

Micky: *leans over him* Hey man, can you hear us?

Mike: (Leans back, almost knocking himself over) Man....

Davy: Whoa, look out Mike!

Peter: Michael, what did Alex do to you?

Mike: Dunno...gave me somethin'...we were together. (He frowns) I wanted Em, but he didn't want me with her.

Micky: *makes a face* Figures.

Davy: That's bloody gross..no offense, Mick.

*Micky sticks his tongue out at Davy.*

Peter: Michael, we have to get you back to England, before Alex gets off that celing!

Mike: How'd he get there? Fly?

Micky: Glue.

Mike: Musta been hard to get him to stick.

Peter: I think he means this. (He helps Mike to his feet) Come on. We're going to take you home, Michael.

Mike: (Sounds rather like his daughter) 'Kay.

Davy: Oh, boy. 'e don't sound good at all.

Peter: Michael, just sit back. We'll do the driving.

Mike: I like cars.

Micky: We know you do.

Peter: Ok, everyone concentrate.

Mike: I can't...

Peter: We'll take you home, Michael, and back to Emma.

Mike: Em... (He gets dreamy)...

Micky: Much better.

Davy: Let’s go, mates.

(Peter just sighs. He closes his eyes, and all four disappear in a series of blue lights.)