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I agree.79 ELVIRA Oh - my - God. Elvira walks to the wall and rubs her hand across it. The cement between the bricks is old and crumbles beneath her fingers. ELVIRA This is it! Zouzou, this is the doorway in my dream! ! VLADIMERE What on earth are you talking about, woman ? ELVIRA She doesn't stop to answer, but hastily looks around and spots what she needs: A mace (a club with a chain and spiked ball at one end). She heaves it from its' place on the wall, circles it overhead a few times like a lariat and SLAMS it into the bricks. When the dust clears, we see a gaping hole. There, hanging from a pair of shackles inside the wall, is the grisly, rotting corpse of Elura, her jaws still open as if to scream. ELVIRA Zouzou! It wasn't a dream! It really happened! Do you understand? Elura didn't kill herself...you killed her! Elvira turns, pointing at Vladimere. He stares at the gruesome corpse of Elura and it's plain to see, he's now the *bad Vlad'. He CHORTLES with evil glee and turns his eyes on Elvira. He walks slowly toward her. She GULPS and backs away.