Tyrone: You didn’t have to do all this.
Tandy: I can’t take the credit.
[Tyrone is startled]
Tyrone: What the hell are you doing here? The last I saw you, you were calling me a “choir boy.”
Tandy: Yeah, well, the last time I saw you, you were storming out my church like one. Sorry I got my harsh on.
Tyrone: Seriously, what are you doing here?
Tandy: I come bearing good news.
Tyrone: What’s that?
Tandy: I did it. I controlled it. I made it happen. Check it.
[The white blade appears in her hand]
Tyrone: Can you not?! Not here.
Tandy: What... but here is interesting. Tyrone Johnson in his natural habitat. Hey, I don’t know if Betty or Veronica decorated your locker, but she’s in it to win it!
Tyrone: What are you doing at a Roxxon event?
Tandy: Digging. Trying to find the mystery man at the center of everything.
Tyrone: When you say “dig,” do you mean root around in people’s heads?
Tandy: Why do you care?
Tyrone: I’m here because of you. You’ve been experimenting. Alright, with your hope-y touchy thing.
Tandy: Why? Why does that matter?!
Tyrone: It matters because you checked too many books out of the library. You and I are connected, and because you’re using your s***, mine has been going haywire all night and it’s your fault.
