"Safe to come in?" he asked before coming up the stairs.
 
 

"Rollie…"
 
 

Rollie raced up the stairs. Angie’s voice was in pain, not angry. And the way she had called out his name only worried him.
 
 

He saw her sitting on the floor by the back of the van, holding her hand with a towel around it. She was pale and he was afraid she had cut herself, the way she held the towel around her hand.
 
 

"Angie? What happened…I heard something crash in here? Are you hurt?"
 
 

He stooped down, Angie shaking as she didn’t answer him, just stared down at the toweled hand.
 
 

"I didn’t do anything…it went right by me and him…when I picked it up, it burned me, but it wasn’t hot! It was ice cold!" she told him, as he looked at her confused. He began to unwrap the towel from her hand.
 
 

"What’s this? Bloody hell, Angie! Did you touch the carbon dioxide blocks before you laid them out by the marsh tonight or something?"
 
 

"No! I used the tongs like always…this happened in HERE! The screwdriver, look at it Rollie, but don’t TOUCH it!"
 
 

Rollie looked down at the screwdriver by his feet, taking a pen from his pocket and poking at it as it rolled slowly in front of him.
 
 

"What am I suppose to see?"
 
 

"Look, see the cracks?"
 
 

"Yeah…you stick it in a power relay? It arc on you?"
 
 

"NO! Listen to me…I was talking to that guy Tolsen and it literally flew by me and nearing hit him. He, uh, ran out of here, thinking I did it but Rollie… I didn’t do it, it just happened! I went over and picked it up and then, this…" and she held up her fingers, the color in the tips turning darker, the purple starting to turn to black.
 
 

Rollie tapped at the screwdriver with his pen and then finally, gingerly tapped at it with his fingers as Angie cringed. Finally, he just picked it up to her; "NO!" she cried out. But he held it in his hand without feeling anything.
 
 

"It feels okay to me but I do see the cracks…" he said, studying them with a frown, "but hey, we need to get those fingers seen tonight! They look bad, Ange!"
 
 

"Tell me about it! Where are we going to go tonight?" Angie made a face as she yawned; "It’s almost 1 A.M."
 
 

"It’s time to check out the local hospital…but let’s hope, we’re out of there by 4 AM….I don’t want to make Gary Sanderlin think we can’t hack it here…I mean, he was bloody well peeved about Aidan being with us…"
 
 

"Oh God, Aidan!"
 
 

"Look, don’t worry…I’ll call the hotel and talk to Mrs. Gallagher. I’m sure she’s already in bed, with Aidan asleep as well," Rollie told her, trying to calm her down.
 
 

"Okay…it’s just that…well- Aidan has been SO good, Rol. He hasn’t been on the location shots so why should Sanderlin get upset?"
 
 

"Hates the mention of kids, I think…doesn’t like strings, he told me once. When we signed on, there was that big to-do about bringing Aidan with us. We knew it would come up, going on location and well…look, it’s been okay, sweetie. Come on, let’s get you to the ER."
 
 

Rollie smiled at her as she stood up, shutting her eyes for a second and moistening her lips; "Rollie…I know what I saw."
 
 

"Okay, something happened, for sure. Maybe we can ask Tolsen later on today what he saw…might help…"
 
 

"Yeah? He’s probably muttering to himself and saying a whole bunch of Hail Mary’s right now…." Angie replied, remembering his face after the projectile screwdriver had missed his face by a couple of millimeters.

Treatment was swift at the Medical College of Virginia Emergency Room. Angie’s hand was immersed in a warming bath of saline solution for an hour after which she was tested for blood flow and nerve damage. Luckily, she had no permanent damage and after wrapping her hand in a soft, bulky dressing, they were heading back to the hotel in New Kent County where the location shooting was due to start again in less than three hours.
 
 

Mrs. Gallagher had been a lifesaver. She was asleep in the adjoining suite with Aidan tucked away in the bed across from her. Angie kissed her son’s forehead as she crept away, leaving Rollie with him.
 
 

Rollie Tyler looked down at his two-year-old son and smiled. His face, in slumber was so like Angie’s, he thought as he stroked the soft little cheek. Aidan immediately babbled something and turned as Rollie held his breath. Okay…close, he thought as he too, crept out of the room, not disturbing Mrs. Gallagher who snored contently in the next bed.
 
 

Once inside their room, Angie was busy with her blue book, looking at the repeat scene priorities. She had pulled off her clothes and was sitting at the table, only a large T-shirt covering her.
 
 

"Ah, I remember when you use to wear such, uh- nice bedclothes…" Rollie told her, his hands on her shoulders as he peered over her, seeing what she was reading.
 
 

"Hmmm, like your shirt better…more comfortable…and uh, not a threat…" she replied, a pencil in her mouth as she flipped the page.
 
 

"Threat?"
 
 

"Uh, maybe enticement is a better word…"
 
 

Rollie let go of her shoulder and flung himself down on their bed, sighing.
 
 

"It’s very late, Angela…come on, to bed…we’ve got only about two hours before we’re back on set…"
 
 

She closed the book with a resounding slap, rolling her eyes, as sometimes, Rollie could sound just like her father had when she was a teenager.
 
 

"Don’t think I didn’t see that!" Rollie told her as she kept her back to him.
 
 

Angie turned around and walked toward him, turning off the light as she paused by the bedstand.
 
 

"See what?" she asked, innocently as she crawled under the covers and turned on her side away from him.
 
 

Rollie sat up, pulling his shirt off and taking off his jeans. Something was bugging Angie, he knew that but he really needed to get some sleep. The talk could come later, he told himself. Reaching over, he kissed the top of her shoulder as she flinched slightly.
 
 

"Sorry…" he murmured, taken back.
 
 

"No…you just startled me," she replied and turned over toward him, seeing his dark, hazy form in the bed beside her.
 
 

"Night then, sweetie," he told her, kissing her on the lips briefly as he turned over on his back and shut his eyes.
 
 

"Yeah…sleep…" she said, closing her own eyes and touching the soft folds of the bandage on her hand.
 
 

An hour later, for she looked at the clock radio on the bedstand, she awoke with a start. Her hand felt so icy cold again…almost as bad as when she had touched the screwdriver. She felt a slight rippling breeze against her shins and immediately turned over and curled herself around Rollie’s back, her arm crossing over him as she kept her bandaged hand against her chest. She just couldn’t get warm enough.

Lucinda had never taken off her wardrobe…why should she? She was coated in mud and muck and would only be doused again in it if she bathed. She returned to the set, cranky and ready to finish the scene, even if it did mean that the integrity of the scene was somewhat lacking in her mind.
 
 

Seeing the camera crew mulling around, she went over to the catering table and grabbed a doughnut. Whenever in doubt, a doughnut sufficed, she thought to herself, smiling as she strolled over to a chair and yawned. A cup of coffee was brought to her within a few minutes as she reviewed her lines and shut her eyes. She was really thinking of Marvin and what he was doing, instead. He’s asleep, she told herself, smiling, reminding herself of his cute, slightly opened mouth resting on a pillow.
 
 

"Man! I could use some of that, Scott!" came the voice of Judd Tolsen from behind her.
 
 

"Doughnut or coffee?" she replied.
 
 

"Coffee! I am sooo cold!" he told her, cupping his hands together in front of his mouth as he blew on them, shivering at the same time.
 
 

"Jeez, ever heard of getting your own cup?" she asked, standing up and handing him her cup as he jerkily took it in his hand.
 
 

"Sorry, just cold…" he answered as she started to walk past him to get another cup.
 
 

"Hey, you get kicked in the jaw by Angie Tyler?" Lucinda asked then, putting her hands on her hips as she studied his face.
 
 

"What? No…what do you mean?" he asked, frowning.
 
 

"What’s with the bruise there, on your left cheek?" Lucinda asked, pointing at the side of his face. A bluish, purple line, as if someone had drawn it, started at the base of his chin and traveled up, across his cheek, stopping at his ear.
 
 

Judd turned and walked over to the makeup table, bending over and staring at his face in the mirror.
 
 

"I’ll be damned! I didn’t think I got hit!" he remarked and then frowned, "Why the hell did she have to go and hit me with that thing for, anyway!"
 
 

Lucinda narrowed her eyes; "Are you telling me that Angie hit you with something?"
 
 

"Yeah….a screwdriver or something like it…damn it! I’m going to report this now to Gary and my lawyer. I can’t believe this!" he was telling her as he shook his head.
 
 

"Uh oh….I’d wait on the lawyer," Lucinda said, strangely as she peered over his shoulder. Angie and Rollie were heading toward them and the big, bulky bandage on Angie’s hand was causing attention on the set.
 
 

"Hey there, Luce…I see we are bringing up the rear," Rollie greeted her as Angie looked over at Judd, almost shyly.
 
 

Judd could see as well, that Angie had been injured, but it occurred after their fight. He started to moved toward her when Gary Sanderlin came over to the gathering and smacked his hands together;
 
 

"What’s this? I’ve got enough problems with the budget, creative differences and now a little jousting on the sidelines?"
 
 

"Uh, it wasn’t like that," Angie began.
 
 

"She threw a damn screwdriver at me, scrapping my face, look!" Judd interrupted, pointing to his face.
 
 

Angie frowned, as did Rollie. She knew the screwdriver had not hit him, it had been close but not striking him.
 
 

"It didn’t hit you and I didn’t throw it!" Angie retorted, her voice rising.
 
 

Gary looked to Rollie who shrugged; "I looked at the screwdriver, Gary. It looks like it was involved in an electrical arc. The handle was split open…and well, Angie got burned herself picking it up. We’ve been in the emergency room!"
 
 

Accuser looked at accused and they both knew what they had really seen. Angie lowered her eyes and Judd simply sat down in the make-up chair, sighing.
 
 

"Okay, looks like the honeymoon is over here folks….come on, hurry up with that headpiece, Ramirez and don’t throw another tantrum here on my set. Save that for your kid, okay?" Gary Sanderlin told her as he then gave Rollie a threatening look as well.
 
 

After he left, Lucinda smiled softly at Angie and patted her good hand; "Don’t worry, Angie, he’s a real softie underneath, I swear! And hey, I don’t know about you but Judd needed a little putting in his place, okay?"
 
 

"Luce, I didn’t hit him, I swear!"
 
 

"Okay…"
 
 

Lucinda went into the make-up chair to get retouched as Rollie put his hand on Angie’s shoulder;
 
 

"Come on, might as well get that headpiece on the dork, it’s going to be a long day," he told her, yawning again.
 
 

"Minus the Jasper chip, I’m going to have to reprogram the last sequence," Angie warned, "can you help him with the headpiece? I’m calling Logitech and getting a replacement…shouldn’t take me more than a half-hour…forty-five minutes at the top…" Angie told him, biting her lip.
 
 

"They up at this time of morning?" Rollie asked, grinning.
 
 

"Uh, for me, yeah!" she told him with a grin, knowing that Stu Westburn was always up for her and Rollie was more than a little jealous about this budding relationship between them. It was all strictly business but anyone that was at Angie’s beck and call twenty-four hours a day, made him just a little nervous, that was- besides him.
 
 

"Go…" he told her, rolling his eyes and sighing, "tell that guy I’m watching him, you hear?" he added, as she started to run toward the van.
 
 

"Oh Rol! Get real! I’m an old married lady with a kid and uh, wears an old T-shirt to bed!" Angie replied, laughing.
 
 

"Um, my T-shirt and it’s starting to look very good to me," he warned her, mirroring her smile.
 
 

Angie was already overriding her existing program, minus the commands that were exclusive to the Jasper chip functions. Hopefully, she could pull off the sequences without getting any attention. After all, Gary Sanderlin was not known for his special effects in film production work. What difference would it make in this scene for the demon to not be able to curl and grimace with a bolt of lightning speed for all of ten seconds?
 
 

She had not looked at the screwdriver since entering the van. She swore she would not look at it again. It still unnerved her. The call to Stu had been rewarding. A chip could be fed-ex’d to her for tomorrow’s shoot. Angie had asked that he send it directly to her at the hotel. He had offered to simply bring it to her, himself. She had laughed and thanked him but the fed ex would do, she had told him. Besides, California was a long way to come for delivery of a chip in person.
 
 

Looking at her watch, she moistened her lips again. She had been gone for about thirty-five minutes and knew, Rollie couldn’t delay it much longer. Unlocking Ambler from the docking station, she started for the door. As she started down the steps, a cold, almost icy breeze seemed to penetrate the air around her and she paused, catching her breath.
 
 

"Great," she said out loud, "whatever’s happening…at least I hope it’s something hormonal."
 
 

Grabbing the handle for the door, she stepped out, realizing that the sunrise was going to peak over the pines in the distance in about fifteen minutes. They were rushing to finish the scene before daybreak and waiting on her.
 
 

"I’m up and running," she called out, snapping Ambler in place on the remote docking bay as Rollie gave her the thumb’s up.
 
 

"Lock and load," he said to her, on her transmitter and she waited for her cue.
 
 

"Will-o’-the-wisp!" Lucinda called out, action in the scene restarted as Angie watched the programmed headpiece start to contort and grimace. It was so slow and she prayed, gritting her teeth, that Sanderlin wouldn’t notice.
 
 

Rollie stood by her side then, watching Luce get felt up by the demon, her struggling maybe not all acting as he winked at Angie who smiled. So far, so good, she thought as she looked at Sanderlin’s back in his chair beside Camera 1.
 
 

Suddenly, Lucinda jerked and gripped the demon’s arms-Judd’s, with such force that he was taken back and knocked off balance. Before Gary Sanderlin could yell cut, Lucinda pounced on top of him, plummeting him with her fists. Both fell to the ground, rolling toward the riverbank.
 
 

"What the hell? Get her off of me!" yelled Judd, through the headpiece, fighting her as Angie and Rollie rushed toward the camera shot, forcing Gary’s voiced "CUT!" as they all ran over to Judd's aid.
 
 

Rollie grabbed Lucinda’s waist, pulling her up as he suddenly shuddered himself, dropping her. Angie was busy trying to get the headpiece off of Judd who was thoroughly disgusted and actually frightened. Lucinda had been holding the edge of the headpiece, the half-demonic, half-man face looking worse for the wear now.
 
 

"What’s wrong, Lucinda?" Rollie called out to her, almost unable to move as he looked down at her. His entire body felt like someone had injected him with antifreeze. He was stiffening up, his joints and muscles refusing to cooperate.
 
 

Lucinda said nothing. She abuptly fell over on her side and as the medic on the set rushed forward and rolled her over, they were all surprised to see a fleeting doubled facial image slightly above Lucinda’s pale face. There was a rising bog around them then, the lights from the set swallowed up, deflected to strange angles around them.
 
 

Only Angie seemed unaffected by the strange sights. She was too intent on examining the headpiece that they had pulled off Judd, who was now coughing and sputtering himself into an asthma attack.
 
 

Angie sat, holding the piece in her hands. Her hands came to rest on the sides of the headpiece, above where Lucinda had been gripping it with such force. There, embedded in the latex and the foam on either side, were two perfect, hand prints. She didn’t need to touch them to know that they were extremely cold, not hot.