"Did you write down all the details I asked for, Candi?"
"Uh-huh. I’ve got Karen’s, like, bank account details and the code for her safe and her email password and her work password and her sister’s address and-"
"That will do, Candi, thank you. Did Karen object to you telling me all this?"
"Like, totally. She was just screaming and whining and stuff the whole time, like she didn’t wanna do what she was told or something. It gave me, like, a major headache."
"Well, we can’t have that, can we? I think, now that we’ve got everything we need from her, it’s time for Karen to go away permanently. Doesn’t that sound nice?"
"Like, yeah! Stupid complainy bitch. Permanently means, like, forever, right?"
"It does indeed. Now, stare at the light for a moment Candi. Good girl, let go of your mind…"
"Let go of my mind… no, I… I… you bastard… I’ll…"
"Shush now, Karen. You just let go too… fade away forever… just like you’ve been told…"
"I… I… fade… forever…"
"There we go. Wake up, Candi."
"Uh… I… what? Like, did I fall asleep or something? Hey, what’s all this stuff on this paper thingy?"
"That’s called ‘writing’, my dear. You don’t need to worry about it anymore."