Okay I don ’ t feel ready ./ It ’ s 2:36 in the afternoon .
/ You don ’ t have to be .
Is that even a normal time to do this ?
IZZY
AMELIA
IZZY
AMELIA There isn ’ t a normal time . You don ’ t have to be ready .
I am .
JEAN
( Long pause . Nothing more needs to be said . They know it ’ s time . They feel it in their fingertips , burning .
All at once , the scouts begin to move slowly and steadily . Amelia and Izzy dress Jean in the shoe and in the mask warmly yet meticulously . There is a clear respect and love for this ceremony and each other . Jean takes a seat at the center of the tree house , with Amelia and Izzy on either side . The candle sits in front of Jean , unlit . The sun ignites every gleaming surface . Is magic floating in the air ? Is it just dust ? Amelia and Izzy make eye contact . Jean ’ s eyes close as they find their breath .
Amelia and Izzy begin to cleanse the space . They move into a dance for scouts ’ honor , a dance in search of something more . A dance hoping for the opportunity to pay homage to adventurers ’ spirits . To pave safe and beautiful spaces for other scouts to explore the woods the world . To elevate them .
More time passes . It kind of feels like magic might actually be happening . Or at least , these scouts might be making space for a doorway to the unusual to briefly crack open and offer its wisdom .