The lights come back on. The crowd has been thinned to only named characters - all extras have suddenly vanished.
A steady drip of olive blood falls from the ceiling and spatters SONGBIRD’s nose.
She looks up to discover THE ENLIGHTENED’s bleeding corpse hanging from the rafters.
SONGBIRD screams, and falls backwards as she recoils in pure horror. The amphitheater bursts into chaos as everyone follows SONGBIRD’s eyes and discovers the cadaver in turn.
PUNDIT: Wh- what is that!? I-Is she dead? She’s d-dead!!!
PRACTITIONER: If I can get to her, she could very well still be alive... Someone fetch a ladder!
FORTHRIGHT looks at PRACTITIONER, shell-shocked.
PRACTITIONER (to FORTHRIGHT): A ladder! Posthaste!