A small room in a small building. The only decoration is a diploma with a frame cracked down the middle. Two chairs sit in the center. In the chair with it's back to the door is DAVID ARTAUD, a tortured-looking soul trying to distract from the seemingly-permanent frown and rings under his eyes with a clean-shaven face, well-kept hair, a dress shirt and dress pants. In the other chair, DR. KELLER, chewing on his pen, his black slicked-back hair reaches the collar of his shirt. Dr. Keller takes his pen out of his mouth, it's covered in dents from his teeth, the two men begin to speak very softly.

DR. KELLER
So, David. Tell me why you decided to come back to see me. Last we spoke you told me that the only thing I was good for was making your wallet lighter.

ARTAUD
Well, I've been blacking out lately.

DR. KELLER
Are you sure this is a problem you should be taking up with me and not a physician?

ARTAUD
I've seen one already and they couldn't find any physical reasoning behind it.

DR. KELLER
I see. Has there been any extra pressure in your life lately?

ARTAUD
Nothing that wasn't caused by the blackouts.

DR. KELLER
Right. What do you feel before you black out?

ARTAUD
I feel kind of lightheaded. Then my condition gets worse.

DR. KELLER
The voices?

ARTAUD
Yes. The voices, instead of the thoughts about death and suffering are replaced with voices urging me to bring death and suffering-

Dr. Keller places the pen back into his mouth.

ARTAUD (CONT'D)
And it's just one voice.

Dr. Keller leaves the pen in his mouth as he speaks.

DR. KELLER
And what did you say this voice's name was?

ARTAUD
His name his Momus.

DR. KELLER
Right, Momus. Now, David, would you mind if i asked a question?

ARTAUD
No, go ahead.

DR. KELLER
Would you mind if I published an article about your condition?

ARTAUD
What? Yes, I mind.

DR. KELLER
Your name would be anonymous and I'd be willing to give you a portion of the pay.

Artaud looks into space and starts to blink

DR. KELLER
David, are you okay?

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