I'M IN THE LAB

You would think that between staffing season meetings and the upfronts news and the cancellation of Marvel's best super-hero comic, I'd have something to post about.

Nah. I'm busy. I'm working on shit.

Why aren't you - you know - working on shit?



• FRANK
  
• Hi, this is Frank over at St. Claire’s. Is Walter Bishop there?
  
• INTERCUT:
  
• INT. WALTER’S LAB - NIGHT
  
• ASTRID’s doing some filework. The lab is dark, except for the glow of her flatscreen monitor. Handset lodged in the crook of her neck. Too busy to stop working.
  
• ASTRID
  
• No, I’m afraid he’s not in right now. Is there anything wrong?
  
• FRANK
  
• So he’s not dead or nothing?
  
• ASTRID
  
• No. Of course not.
  
• FRANK
  
• When was the last time you saw him?
  
• ASTRID
  
• A few hours ago.
  
• FRANK
  
• So he could be? He could be dead now?
• Okay, now she'll stop working.
  
• ASTRID
  
• What’s going on?
  
• FRANK
  
• I think I thought I saw his ghost or something.
  
• Off Astrid; weirded and worried.
  

By the way, Glee. Dug it. Feel a little dirty about that.