Returning her look to the mirror, she smiles. She likes her make up job.

She forward flips into a large room filled with toys, dolls, mannequins, and various contraptions. She wanders around wistfully, full of curiosity.

Sebastian is in the room, laid back in a chair sound asleep. She approaches him closely, giving him a sniff.

Kaiser Wilhelm is propped up next to him, staring wide eyed at Pris.

She gazes into a steroscope near Sebastian. The light from the viewer spotlights her eyes. Sebastian wakes up.

SEBASTIAN: Whatcha doin'?

PRIS: Sorry, just peeking.

SEBASTIAN: Oh.

PRIS: How do I look?

SEBASTIAN: You look better.

PRIS: Just better?

SEBASTIAN (blushing): Well, you look beautiful.

PRIS: Thanks.

Transfixed, Sebastian stares at her. If an improvement is possible, she looks even better now. Older and even sexier.

CUT TO INT. CORRIDOR OF BUILDING: Batty is in the hallway strolling towards Sebastian's apartment.

BACK TO THE ROOM WITH SEBASTIAN AND PRIS:

PRIS: How old are you ?

SEBASTIAN: Twenty-five.

PRIS: What's your problem?

SEBASTIAN: Methuselah's Syndrome.

PRIS: What's that's?

SEBASTIAN: My glands. They grow old too fast.

PRIS: Is that why you're still on earth?

SEBASTIAN: Yeah, I couldn't pass the medical. . . . . Anyway, I kind of like it here.

A moment.

PRIS: I like you . . . just the way you are. . . . Hi Roy.

Sebastian whips round. He is flanked a hair's breath away by Batty. The shock almost knocks him off his chair.

BATTY: Ah, gosh. You've really got some nice toys here.

PRIS: This is my friend I was telling you about.

Batty smiles benevolently.

PRIS: This is my savior J. F. Sebastian.

There is a moment of silence whilst everyone stares at each other.

BATTY: Sebastian. I like a man who stays put. You live here all by yourself, do you ?

SEBASTIAN: Yes....

Batty turns to Pris, leans in and gives her a kiss like they were long lost lovers. Sebastian perks up to interrupt.

SEBASTIAN: How about some breakfast, I was just going to make some. Excuse me.

After Sebastian leaves the room, Batty's expression turns more serious.

PRIS: Well?

BATTY: Leon...

Batty may be a killing machine but he looks like he's on the verge of breaking into tears.

PRIS: What's going on.

BATTY: Ah... There's only two of us now.

PRIS: We're stupid and we'll die.

Batty gives her a comforting smile to assure her.

BATTY: No we won't.

FADE TO BILLIARD ROOM - LATER: A large cylinder glass flask is filled with boiling water, eggs and bubbles are dancing in motion.

Roy is wandering around the rooms checking out Sebastian's wide variety of attractions.