The scene opens with a shot of a galaxy, with Stolas narrating over it.
Stolas: In the great expanse of the nether there exists boundless amounts of magnificent phenomenon the great brilliance of an exploding star, the nimble dance of space dust through a nebula but once every one thousand years our corner of reality is treated to an incredible sight from the deep eldritch recesses of the cosmos the tears of a forgotten colossus begin to fall.
Stolas: Tears made of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be. Condensed and sent shooting across the night sky in a dazzling final display. What appears to mortal beings as a meteor shower we can see for what it is: Azathoth's Tears.
Young Octavia: Daddy, can we go see it someday?
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Stolas: Yes, dear. I promise, when the day comes nothing will be able to keep me from being there with you. Good night, my Owlette.
Young Octavia: yawn, Good night!
She turns and wiggles and giggles in her bed.
The scene shifts to present Octavia, still looking happy; she's circling a drawing on a calendar of her face, Stolas' face, and a meteor shower. The starfall is "today". She hops down a hallway putting on her boot.
Octavia: Hey, dad!
She looks in her kitchen and around the manor, but he isn't there.
Octavia: Dad? Dad?
She sees an open foyer door, we hear Stolas' voice coming through it.]
Stolas: Yes, I know
The scene jumps to Stolas out front on the phone with Stella, squeezing a servant in his other hand. Imps are loading items into a van.
Stolas: It will be there, shortly. Of course they're being careful!
Octavia: Dad, what's going on?
Stolas: Apparently, your mother can't exist somewhere for two minutes without the entirety of her possessions--
Stella is yelling something incomprehensibly in response through the phone as he speaks.
Stolas: What? No! I'm not turning her against you-- Yes, Stella!
Stella:--never have to see your fucking face again!
Octavia: Dad?
Stella: Everyone-
She continues to yell thou the Phone incomprehensibly.
Octavia: This is going to be done before tonight, right?
Stolas: What? Oh. I hardly think so. Knowing your mother, this will take all weekend. Don't be gentle about it, now! Break whatever you have to to get it all in there.
Stella: What?! What did you just tell them to do?!
Octavia: But, tonight was supposed to-
Stolas: Darling, can we not talk about this now? Your mother's being a real B-I-T-C-H.
