*We open in Sheila's Arizona hideout, in her immaculately decorated room. She stands in front of the mirror, wearing a slinky black nightgown.*

(There's a dark light, and Micky and Mike appear. Mike lays on the king-sized black-and-red canopy bed. Micky sits in a black, plush leather chair.)

Mike: (Dazed) Huh? Where am I? Em?

Micky: *hazily* What the--?

Sheila: Welcome, gentlemen.

Micky: *makes a face* Hey, I recognize that voice...

Mike: Where are we?

Sheila: Why, you're in one of my private rooms, silly.

Micky: Private room... *makes a face* Oooohhhh...

Mike: Wha' we doin' here? Em...

Sheila: Sorry, Knight, there's no Emma here.

Micky: Go Fish!

Mike: She was here...right upstairs...Em...

Sheila: *sidles over to Mike* You don't need her. I'm here. *runs a hand over his chest*

Mike: But...

Micky: *sings* Next to you, next to me!

Sheila: No buts, just enjoy, my Knight. *runs her hand lower, over his stomach and abdomen*

Mike: (Shivers) Oh Em...

Sheila: *growls a bit* I'm going to make you FORGET her! *runs her fingers lower and grins evily*

Micky: How ya gonna do that? *sits forward, chin in hand, and watches detachedly*

(Mike sucks in a breath, gasping with surprise and pleasure.)

Sheila: I knew you would like that. *continues to stroke him gently*

Mike: Sheila...ooh...

*Micky shifts around in his chair, hanging his legs over one of the arms as he watches.*

Sheila: Yes, my Knight. We're going to put on an excellent little show.

Mike: An' Micky...

Micky: That's my name, don't wear it out!

Sheila: He's observing.

Mike: Em?

Sheila: She isn't here. She'll never know. *runs her fingertips all over Mike's body*

Mike: Oooh...tickles...

Sheila: You are being just the nice cooperative Knight, aren't you?

Micky: Mike cooperative? *snorts, then goes into a giggle fit*

Mike: Sheila, no...Em... (he tries to move around a bit)

Sheila: Now, now, my Knight... *rolls over on top of Mike, straddling him* Calm down, dear.

Mike: No!

Micky: *ceases giggling* Ooooohh!

Sheila: My dear, White Knight, all you need to do is lie there just as you're doing.

Mike: No...it isn't right...Em...

Sheila: *leans over him more* Shhh...

Mike: (He struggles lightly again) EM!

Sheila: *growls* I'm going to make you forget her! *kisses him hard on the lips*

(Mike sags back against the bed, his body relaxing again.)

Sheila: *sighs, pulling back slightly* Much better, my Knight.

Mike: Uh-huh.

*We see Sheila remove clothing from her and Mike as the camera pans from them to Micky, who still watches the goings on. He's disinterested at first, but his eyes start to widen a bit, then he slowly grins as loud passionate noises fill the room. We see a quick glimpse of Micky munching on a bucket of popcorn.*

*The sounds have mixed together and begin to decrease as we continue seeing Micky's reaction. His eyes are wide again, but now he seems mildly surprised and no longer disinterested. He gulps.*

*The camera pans back over to Sheila and Mike, both under the covers now. Sheila has a cigarette.*

(Mike just sighs.)

Sheila: Wasn't that lovely, my Knight? *sighs*

Mike: Yeah... (Sighs again) Em...

Sheila: *glares at him* Would you FORGET Emma already?! She wasn't the one you just made scream, do you hear me?

*Micky makes a disgusted noise and turns his face into the seat cushions.*

Mike: Sheila...I want...my wife...

Sheila: That's enough. *sits up* No matter what I do, I just can't get your mind off of her! *sighs* I haven't had nearly enough fun. *eyes Micky, who slowly turns to look at them again; she smiles* My Savage...

Micky: *shakes his head* No way! You stay away! I...I know what you're doing!

Mike: Micky...Em...please, get me back to Em...

(None of the participants see a shadow standing in the doorway.)

Sheila: *slides out of the bed, but the camera is strategically positioned so that he uncovered parts are covered* You only think you know, my Savage...

Micky: *eyes widen again* No way! We...I don't even know how we GOT here! Mike, we're leaving!

Sheila: You aren't going anywhere! *moves toward Micky*

Mike: Em...Mick...need Em...

(There's very dark blue light around Mike. When it subsides, Mike is wrapped with the covers and gagged.)

Micky: *eyes widen* Mike!

Sheila: *stands directly in front of Micky now, still strategically covered by the camera position* I'm going to make you forget about him...

*The camera turns to view the side of the chair. We find Sheila is sitting on Micky's lap, trailing her fingertips over his upper body and occasionally dipping rather low. Micky's eyes are wide open. He moves his mouth to speak, but no words come out.*

(There's a snort from the shadows.)

*Sheila repositions herself again, but Micky's expression suddenly changes.*

Micky: NO! *The camera moves again as Micky shoves Sheila off of him. He scrunches his eyes closed and concentrates as quickly as he can. A blue light covers him and Mike.*

Sheila: Dammit, no!

Shadow's Voice: (Soft, vaguely recognizeable) You lost them again, Sheila.

Sheila: *as the blue light fades completely* I did, but I think I made my point.

*We fade out on Arizona. Fade in on Lauren and Micky's living room. The TV is still on, but Micky and Mike are asleep on the furniture.*

Mike: No...Mick...Em...

Micky: No... g'way... Mike... *rolls off the couch and hits the floor with a resounding thud; groans*

Mike: (His eyes slowly open; he turns around to see Mick on the floor) Mick? You ok?

Micky: *slowly gets up just enough to look at Mike over the coffee table* Not really sure how to answer that right now...

Mike: (Groans) Yeah, me either. (Slow raises himself and sits upright on the couch) Damn, what a nightmare! Sheila had me in her hands, and she was runnin' them all over me. All I kept doin' was askin' for Em. You were out of it at first, but then you did your ape-shit thing on her.

Micky: *gets up off the floor and sits back on the couch again* Yeah, I saw it, too.

Mike: You too?

Micky: Unfortunately.

Mike: And there was this weird shadow...I heard a laugh, or a snort, or somethin'. It was like I KNEW that laugh...

Micky: There was something familiar about that shadow.

Mike: Damn it, where have we heard that laugh before?

Micky: *shakes his head* I don't know. *leans forward and props his chin in his hands* I was hoping the nightmares were over.

Mike: Weren't Alex always involved with those?

Micky: Most of them, but this one obviously wasn't his.

Mike: Must be that shadow. I'll bet he's the new Big Boss.

Micky: *rubs at his eyes; mutters* Feel like I need to scrub my eyes.

Mike: And I need Em. (Looks at his watch) Do you think it's too late to hop into bed with our wives and show them how much we love them?

Micky: *turns a look to Mike* Did you seriously just ask that? It's never too late.

Mike: (Nods at the door) Let's go. I need my little darlin's arms around me after... (shudders) after her.

Micky: Don't have to say it twice.

(Mike and Micky head to the doorway as we fade out on the test pattern on the TV screen...and the ominous note of music...)