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.
PRIS: How do I look?
SEBASTIAN: You look better.
PRIS: Just better?
SEBASTIAN (blushing): Well, you look beautiful.
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 ?
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.
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 ?
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.
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.