'Thank you again for lending me clothes,' said Sejal, who at that moment was wearing a pair of Cat’s jeans and a cast-and-crew T-shirt from her high school production of
'It’s perfect. I used to be more Elizabethan, but now I’m strictly Batcave, so I was probably going to sell these clothes anyway.' Cat had taken to the task of dressing Sejal with great enthusiasm, as though she’d been sent a huge doll with MADE IN INDIA stamped on the foot. 'Are you okay? You seem a little fidgety.'
'I am like that only. And I’m anxious about school. I–I feel I should tell you I’ve sometimes had panic attacks. Not for a long time now, but…I do not want to freak you out.'
'’Cause of…the Google?'
Sejal nodded at her feet. Panic attacks when reminded that she could not just close her eyes and vanish from the real world with its fleshy claustrophobia. Panic at the thought that she’d failed to log on and check her status for two hours, a day, four months. She pictured the complicated yoga of it — hands at her temples like blinders, bent at the waist to gaze at her own navel. Downward spiral pose.
Panic, especially, with the memory of what had happened. Of what she’d done.
'Huh,' said Cat. 'You want some Prozac? Or a Xanax? I don’t need it, but my parents got me all kinds of that shit after I started dressing this way. I don’t think it’s expired or anything.'
Sejal shrugged.
Cat produced an amber bottle from a drawer in her nightstand and tossed it onto Sejal’s lap. 'It says Niravam but it’s totally Xanax,' she said, as though Xanax might be a name she would know and trust, like Coca- Cola.
Sejal didn’t open it. She felt a little better just knowing it was there. 'I like the cover of this Cinema Strange album,' she said. 'Can we listen to it next?'
'Yeah, but we’ll have to stop it when — Aw, crap!' said Cat, looking at the clock on her nightstand. 'It’s already started!'
'What has?' asked Sejal, drawing her legs up quickly as Cat thundered past.
'
She clicked the TV on her dresser through a dozen channels, finally stopping at a commercial for paper towels.
'These are European vampires then, isn’t it?' asked Sejal. 'Like Count Dracula? We have stories about vampires in India, but they are not the same.'
'It’s American vampires, mostly. And they’re not really like Dracula. They’re more like the sort of people you’d meet at a gallery opening, you know?'
'Not really.'
'Shh! It’s on!'INTRO MUSICINT.
Doug had the phone up to his ear before the first ring finished.
'Hello?'
Jay’s voice came through in a panic. 'Are you watching—'
'Yeah.'
'They’re talking about us! They’re hunting us!'
'They’re hunting
'Well,' said Jay, 'they made it sound like I’m a vampire, too. Maybe if they find me they’ll just…stake first and ask questions later, right?'
'Did you hear that girl from the party talking?' asked Doug. 'She sounded totally hot for me.'
'And what was that about new weapons?' wondered Jay. 'Redeemers? Sounds holy. Maybe it’s something with holy water.'
'Maybe I could visit San Diego again…over a three-day weekend. Or over Thanksgiving break. ’Course, my parents would kind of notice I was gone…'
'Does holy water even really work on you? Do you have to be religious for it to work? We should know these things. I can’t believe we haven’t run…tests or something.'
'I can’t believe these commercials last so long. Hey! Back to
'I’m going to do some more research online,' said Jay. 'We should test out everything everybody says about vampires, shouldn’t we? I mean, if those vampire hunters track you down, we need to know what’s real and what isn’t…'
'Shut up, it’s back on.'
'Like, that getting-invited-into-houses thing they mentioned. Is that true? Like what if they were chasing you and you tried to hide in a building or house, but you couldn’t because you couldn’t get in—'
'Will you shut up already? TV!'ALAN FRIENDLY — was when we knew it was time to head back to our roving headquarters for a new tool against these two foot soldiers in the army of the undead.CLOSE-UP OF REDEEMER, ROTATING SLOWLY WITH VITAL STATS RUNNING COMPUTER-STYLE DOWN THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE SCREEN LIKE IN THOSE CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION SHOWS. MUSICAL STING #24 (REDEEMER THEME)ALAN FRIENDLY (V.O.)Vampires, say hello to the Redeemer. Ancient wisdom meets twenty-first-century know-how in a repeating stake launcher that can neutralize fifteen vampires per minute at thirty yards.EXT. BALBOA PARK, SAN DIEGOALAN FRIENDLY (V.O.)I prepared my personal Redeemer, Ann Marie, and assembled the