Karen Leigh Archibald struggles to keep up with her husband McGeorge as he rushes toward the site He revs up the engine and puts it in gear. McGeorge's and Dennis's shouts cannot be heard over
the din of the bulldozer as it plows into the rubble, gouging into the earth beneath the
pile. As the worker raises the blade, they all stare in shock at the gash he has created. Clearly visible
in the shadow of the dozer is an eerie visage.
Energized by the find, McGeorge vaults the contruction barrier like a high school
gymnast. The construction worker turns off the engine and climbs down to get a
better look. Karen and Dennis walk around the barrier as McGeorge pulls out his
toothbrush and goes to work. It doesn't take long for him to excavate what is
clearly a human skull!
of what had only yesterday been the three-story Sayers House. Even as she worries about Mac's blood pressure, the sight of her old dorm in rubble floods her with early '70s memories of the Sayers gang. The hazy recollections of her academic conquests, the heart-etched memories of communally raising Anais, beer-soaked nights on the roof confiding in Tom about her ill-fated affaires flambée, Lizzie and Maud gamboling naked through the cafeteria after ingesting some sort of Aztec fermented grain.... Karen is shaken from her reverie by McGeorge's booming voice,
shouting at a worker about to start a bulldozer.
The construction worker gives her an appraising look, taking in her arresting sensuality and still-striking form, telegraphing his derogatory opinion of younger women with older men. McGeorge feels his anger rise to challenge his reason but before it becomes an issue,
the tension is broken by the sound of a thousand leaf blowers: Dennis's Harley.
Chief Dennis Dubois blasts up the narrow walkway doing 60, his mane
of black hair flowing behind him, seemingly held to his head only by a
kerchief around his brow. He swerves to a stop in a spray of brick dust and
jumps off his bike. As he strides toward the confrontation, his heavily-fringed doeskin
jacket flaps loudly, like a ritual drum.
The construction worker responds by reaching for the ignition key.
Dennis reaches into his jacket toward a shoulder holster. You can cut the tension
with a tomahawk. The worker turns the key. Dennis brings out his trusty cell phone.
(into phone)