EXTREME CLOSE-UP: A human eye, opening suddenly. The camera pulls back to reveal X, lying down on the ground.
What happened? Am I… am I back… on the Island? Oh gods, no! I can’t take the… where the hell am I?
CUT: A bare foot kicks X in the ribs. A female voice speaks. It is his wife, COOTIE.
Get up, doofus. Help me unpack.
CUT: X, still sleepy, gets up and staggers about the room.
So this is… are we… home?
CUT: Cootie, who smiles and takes a sip of sangria.
Darlin’, home is wherever you are. But if you’re talking about the new apartment, then yes, we’re home.
Are we in New Otherton?
COOTIE approaches X with a box cutter.
Stop it. Now get some boxes empty before I cut you. Ain’t nothin’ to me to cut a bitch.
CUT: X stumbles out onto the balcony, which overlooks a busy Knoxville road.
WALT! WALTER! WAAAAAAAAAAAALT!
Roll opening credits.