Moxy: *She gets up and comes to terms that she can't save Sunny, but when she looks up and sees Ali in her old studded jacket, black dress, and thigh high boots, only slightly inky and mutilated, leaning against the window. She jumps back and hisses. Ali speaks in a slightly distorted version of her old voice, the signature medium pitched drawl, as she slowly moves away from the window and towards Moxy*
Ali: Hey there Moxy. Pleasure to see you again. *she runs her long painted nails along the medical bed where Sunny's asleep* Pity about ol' Sunshine here. She had a long run.
Moxy: She's twenty one, Ali. How could you do this?
Ali: You didn't ask that many questions when Sunny cheated on and then killed me!
Moxy: You two were done, and you were attacking her.
Ali: IT DOESN'T. MATTER. I'M GETTING MY REVENGE.
Moxy: You couldn't have just loosened a salt shaker so that when she poured it all the salt went everywhere?
Ali: *She gives a dry forced laugh* Never one to take death seriously, were you?
Moxy: I've seen it enough times.
Ali: I want to see it happen. Demonstrate it for me.
Moxy: Well now 'Im not doing it.