(We open in a dark, foggy, spooky forest. The huge trees are covered with Spanish moss and are gnarled and bent. Most of the rest of the flora is concealed in the gloomy shadows. Once in a while, we hear the cry of an animal or bird.)
*We see five figures emerge, illuminated only by the moonlight.*
Lauren: This is REALLY creepy!
Mike: What's goin' on? (Everyone wears tunics and trousers similar to their outfits in "Dream World." Mike fingers his white crystal pendant) Where in the HELL are we?
Davy: Good question, mate.
Emma: (Nervously twists her amber pendant around her finger) I'm not sure I want to know.
Peter: (Gulps) What if there's wild animals out there?
Low, Familiar Voice: *coming from seemingly nowhere* Quiet, isn't it?
Mike: What's that?
Peter: M...Michael... (He pulls behind Mike) :o
Low, But Familiar Voice: I said, quiet, isn't it?
Lauren: *gulps* Too quiet. *looks around for the owner of the voice*
Mike: I demand you show yourself!
Peter: Michael, don't cause trouble!
Emma: Please, reveal yourself. We won't harm you.
Davy: As long as you don't 'arm us!
Mike: You know, it occurs to me that we're missin' somebody here.
Peter: Where's Micky?
Low, Familiar Voice: Questions deserve answers, which in turn create more questions...
Davy: Wot?
Lauren: Mister, um, voice? Where's Micky?
Peter: Please, he's our friend! Is he ok?
Low, Familiar Voice: For you look, but don't see...
Davy: We can't see because it's dark!
Mike: This is gettin' annoyin'.
Low, but Familiar Voice: Perhaps if you took a moment to look in front of you...
*A flashlight suddenly appears in Mike's hand.*
Mike: Um, ok... (He starts flashing the light around the area)
Emma: Please, reveal yourself!
Lauren: He said right in front of us.
Low, Familiar Voice: I cannot reveal myself for I'm not the one with the flashlight.
Mike: (Shines the flashlight straight in front of him) This had better work.
*The light lands on a figure, who immediate puts his arms over his face, fending off the flashlight beam.*
Mike: Who... (He lowers the flashlight beam) Sorry 'bout that.
Familiar Voice: You found me. I knew you would.
Lauren: *eyes widen* Micky?
Micky: What gave it away?
*The darkness fades as moonlight casts down like a spotlight on Micky. He's smirking, leaning back against a tree. He wears a red and black tunic, black trousers, and a black crystal pendant.*
Mike: Micky, jeezus! You nearly scared the livin' daylights outta us!
Peter: Micky, are you ok?
Micky: *smirk remaining* I'm just fine. I couldn't scare daylight out of you, but I did scare it out of the forest.
Mike: What do you mean?
Micky: For all you see is moonlight around you, there is no day.
Lauren: *blinks* What?!
Mike: So we noticed.
Peter: Micky, is there something wrong with you?
Emma: Micky, say something that isn't a riddle!
Micky: Something that isn't a riddle.
Davy: Funny, Mick.
Emma: Micky, this is no time for your smart ass mouth.
*Micky pushes off from the tree and slowly walks around the others.*
Mike: What'cha doin', Mick? Sizin' us up?
Micky: Perhaps.
Peter: (Clings to Mike) I don't like this! There's something weird about his aura!
Lauren: Micky, please... *jumps noticeably when he stops briefly in front of her*
Emma: Micky, is there something you want?
Peter: Micky, there's something wrong with your aura! Something's happened to you!
Micky: It isn't what I want, but it is what you have.
Mike: Which is?
Lauren: I'm confused.
Emma: (Steps up to Micky...and in front of Lauren) I want a straight answer, Micky. What is it that we have?
Micky: *smirk widens* Lauren.
*Lauren's eyes widen.*
Mike: Mick, you're gonna be gettin' married in a few weeks! You can't wait a little longer!
Peter: I don't like the look in his eyes.
Micky: Time cannot be measured with patience, for I have none. *eyes narrow* I want her NOW.
Emma: Micky, she said for you to wait! It's not going to kill you!
Peter: All you need to do is distract yourself, Micky. If you concentrate on something else, you won't feel so impatient.
Mike: Buddy, I know what it feels like to wait. (Looks at Emma, who blushes) But it'll be good for ya in the end.
Micky: *frowns* What is good for me? What may be good for one, may not be for another.
Davy: Mick, you're giving me a 'eadache with these riddles.
Lauren: Bad riddles at that!
*Micky begins to walk around the group again.*
Mike: Damn it! (He grabs Micky by the shoulders) Cut it out! You're makin' me dizzy!
Micky: *glares at Mike* Only one so foolish... *He cringes at the touch to his shoulder.*
Lauren: Mike, his shoulder...
*Micky's eyes narrow to slits.*
Peter: (Takes Mike's hand gently off Micky's shoulders) Mick, he's just nervous, that's all. He'd never hurt you! If he hurt your shoulder, he didn't mean to!
Mike: Sorry ‘bout that, buddy.
*Micky rolls the shoulder that'd been previously injured. He then reaches out with the other arm and grabs a handful of the front of Mike's shirt.*
Micky: That hurt.
Mike: Mick, I'm sorry! I forgot which shoulder got shot!
Peter: (Eyes widen) Micky, he didn't mean it! He's your friend!
Micky: Too late. *sucker punches Mike in the stomach with his free hand*
Davy: Mike! *turns to Micky* Mick, wot're you doing? 'E said 'e didn't mean it!
Micky: *points at Lauren* I want her. Now.
Mike: (Doubles over; Peter rushes to his side) No...accident...don't hurt her...
Emma: Micky Dolenz, what was that for? Can't you accept a simple mistake?
Micky: No. *reaches for Lauren, but she ducks out of the way; glares at her*
Lauren: Micky, I don't know what is wrong with you, but I don't like it!
Emma: Micky, stop it! She said no, ok? (Emma steps in front of her)
*Micky sighs, then pushes Emma into Mike.* >:)
Davy: Whoa, mate, now you're ovahstepping! :P
*Davy steps in front of Lauren and blocks Micky's punch to his face, but gets punch in the stomach as well.*
Emma: Ouch! (She and Mike tumble head over heels, landing on top of each other)
Mike: This is a little closer to you than I wanted to be, darlin'. (Grins) No offense.
Emma: None taken.
Peter: Davy! (He rushes to his friend to help him)
*Micky laughs evilly and launches himself at Lauren. The two go tumbling on the ground.*
Lauren: Help! HE... *cut off by Micky's kiss*
Peter: Micky! Stop! (He goes after them)
Mike: (As he and Emma untangle themselves) Micky, get the HELL offa her!
Emma: Lauren!
*Micky gets up, pulling Lauren up with him. He has one arm wrapped around her, holding her to him.*
Peter: Lauren! (He hurries to them) Are you ok?
Lauren: *freaked out* I'm okay...I think...
Micky: There are few true fools.
Peter: (His eyes are filling with tears) Micky, we know you want Lauren. You want to love her. You have to keep her needs in mind. She said she wants to wait, and if you really love her, you have to respect how she feels, too!
*Micky pauses a moment before pushing Lauren into Peter, toppling both of them. Micky vanishes into thin air.*
Micky: *voice over* True fools spit into the wind.
Mike: (As he and Emma get to their feet) Damn, he got strong. (Into the wind) Mick, we know you're in love, and we think that's great. But was that REALLY necessary?
Peter: (Crying as he helps Lauren to her feet) Micky, don't you like us?
*All is still for a few minutes, then a cry is heard, followed by a crack of thunder.*
Lauren: *eyes wide* I think that was a no.
Davy: I'll say. 'E's gone bloody crackahs!
Peter: (Jumps a mile, then grabs Mike) What's happened to Micky? He's not fun anymore!
Mike: I don't know. All this waitin' musta snapped his cap.
Emma: (Yells into the dark night) Micky, where are you?
Lauren: Guys, I've gotta do something, or he won't let us go!
*There's another crack of thunder as it starts raining.*
Mike: Damn it! (Closes his eyes and holds his pendant - a white umbrella appears. He opens it) Mick, could 'ya turn off the faucet?
Emma: (Makes a brown umbrella appear) What can you do? We've tried to tell him a million times that waiting never killed anyone.
Mike: I ain't so sure I agree with that. (Emma elbows him)
Lauren: I'm tending in that direction. *pauses, then steps away from the group* Micky? I know you can here me. *tentatively and quietly* I'll go with you.
Davy: Luv, no!
Emma: Lauren!
Peter: (Sobs) NO!
Mike: Lauren, don't give in to him.
Lauren: *ignores the others* Micky? Where are you?
*Micky reappears, leaning against the tree again. There's another crack of thunder.*
Mike: Micky, can't you at least turn off the rain or somethin'?
Peter: Micky!
Micky: *pushes off the tree as lightning streaks the sky* I knew you'd see things my way.
Lauren: One condition, Micky.
Micky: Which is?
Lauren: *makes an umbrella appear in her hand* Here, catch! *tosses the umbrella, it opens just before Micky catches it*
*There's another streak of lightning, which connects with the umbrella that Micky's holding. Everyone shields their eyes as we fade...*
Mike: Micky? (We slowly fade in on Micky and Mike's room) Hey Mick, wake up! (The camera shows Mike, Em, Lauren, Peter, and Davy gathered around Micky's bed) Hey Sleepin' Ugly, wanna grace us with your presence? (Turns to Lauren) He probably can't hear us over the snorin'.
Micky: *low* S'what you think, Mike. *groans*
Lauren: *leans over him* Micky?
Emma: Mick, are you ok?
Micky: *cracks his eyes open; groans again* Struck by lightning...feel fine. *goofy grin*
Lauren: Struck by lightning?
Lauren: Micky, you were trying to launch yourself at me and knocked yourself silly.
Mike: You're lucky you have a hard head. No damage done.
Micky: *tries to push himself up* But...I was struck by lightning! I wasn't myself. I was... *makes a face* evil...
Mike: (Grins) No kiddin'.
Peter: No Mike, he's really scared! (He kneels down next to Micky's bed) Mick, did you have a nightmare?
Micky: I...it felt so real! I was being mean to all of you! And...and I was trying to get to Lauren, and it started raining. Then...then she tossed me an umbrella, and I was struck by lightning! *slightly hyperventilating*
Peter: (Strokes Micky's curls) Mick, calm down. You just had a bad dream. We're all here now. You're ok and Lauren's ok. (He points at a window - sun streams through it) Look, it's a gorgeous day outside! No rain, no lightning.
*Micky slowly looks toward the window, his face showing confusion.*
Mike: You just had a bad dream, that's all, good buddy.
Micky: *runs a hand through his curls* ...But it felt like when we went out west...
Mike: The whole imaginin' thing?
Emma: And us getting into trouble.
Micky: *nods* Yeah...
Lauren: *gently* But you've been here the whole time, Micky.
Mike: Yeah. We didn't see you leave or nuthin'. We've all been in here. Dave was on the phone, Pete an' I were workin' on songs, and the girls were watchin' "Get Smart" re-runs.
Micky: *lets out a long sigh* That was a hell of a nightmare.
Peter: Nightmares ARE scary, Mick. (He sits next to him on the bed) But remember, you'll always have us to help you through it.
Mike: Yeah, it ain't like stranger things haven't happened to us.
Micky: *almost smiles* Thank you.
Peter: (Gives Micky a hug) If you ever have a nightmare, Mick, just come to one of us and talk about it. It'll make you feel better.
Micky: *nods* As long as certain people among us promise not to laugh or make snide comments when they think I can't hear.
Peter: We promise.
Emma: (Glares at Mike and Davy) ALL of us.
Mike: Yeah.
Davy: I've been good 'ere.
Emma: (Smiles) I have an idea. Who wants some of my coconut cookies?
Micky: Me! *grins* Being scared shitless makes me hungry.
Lauren: *laughs* Micky!
Emma: (As everyone joins Lauren) I knew that would get you, Mick. Come on. I just pulled a fresh batch out of the oven.
Mike: And try to save a few for the rest of us, Mick.
Micky: *as he gets up* I'll try.
(Peter keeps his arm around Micky as the group heads downstairs. The camera focuses on the trees outside the window...and the shadows in the light shining through...)