INT. CHURCH HALLWAY - DAY PASTOR RICH, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, walks alongside GABRIEL, a younger, more rugged type. They're discussing their hobbies while walking past a window overlooking the greens. PASTOR RICH (Chuckling to himself) Ironic, isn't it? My backyard's a golfer's paradise, yet I've barely swung a club. Guess I missed that lesson--no pun intended. Ever hit the links yourself? GABRIEL, with a half-smile, glances at Pastor Rich and shrugs casually. GABRIEL (With a hint of pride) Oh, I can send a ball soaring with my Big Bertha. Where it lands is another story. These days though, time's a luxury I just don't have. They share a knowing nod, understanding the busy lives they lead, as they continue down the hallway.

A "Big Bertha" refers to a line of golf clubs produced by the Callaway Golf Company, particularly known for their drivers. The Big Bertha drivers are designed to be forgiving and to help golfers achieve longer and more accurate tee shots. The name has become synonymous with power and distance in the game of golf, and it's often used to imply that a golfer can hit the ball a long way using one of these clubs. Over the years, the Big Bertha line has included various models of drivers, fairway woods, hybrids, and irons, but the name is most famously associated with the driver.

GRASSHOPPER (Owning the awkwardness) Oof, my bad. That came off way awkward. Can't shake off these Grasshopper flashbacks. DENISE (Nodding empathetically) Completely get it. Without warning, a sinister voice echoes in Denise's mind, reminiscent of a haunting transmission over a CB radio. These internal whispers unsettle her. Grasshopper picks up on her distress. GRASSHOPPER (Concerned) Everything alright with you? Denise fights to keep her composure, concealing her inner turmoil. They share a tense pause.

GRASSHOPPER (With a grimace) Ugh, that was painfully awkward. I've got this Grasshopper horror playing on repeat in my head. DENISE (Sympathetic) That totally makes sense. Abruptly, a malevolent voice invades Denise's thoughts, as if tuning in through a spectral CB radio. Her psychic senses are triggered. Grasshopper notices a shift in her demeanor. GRASSHOPPER (Tentatively) Everything cool, Denise? Denise struggles to maintain a facade of normalcy, the unease clearly edging into the silence that falls between them.

GRASSHOPPER (Wincing) Wow, that was the epitome of cringe. Still reeling from the Grasshopper dread. DENISE (Softly) I can see why that would get to you. Suddenly, a demonic growl reverberates within Denise's consciousness, as though a fiendish entity is transmitting directly into her psychic interface. Grasshopper detects an anomaly in her expression. GRASSHOPPER (With concern) Hey, you alright there, Denise? Denise quickly dials back her shock, striving to appear unruffled, while an awkward silence falls over them.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY Denise hurries toward Robert, her face etched with urgency. DENISE (Whispering intensely) Robert, something's off with Wolfie, I can feel it... As the words leave her mouth, Grasshopper enters, clutching a bundle of Wolfie's clothing. Denise abruptly falls silent. The sound of the bathroom door creaking interrupts the tension. Wolfie emerges, a lit match quivering between his fingers, the fumes of gasoline heavy in the air. His eyes lock onto Grasshopper's in a desperate, wordless appeal, the flame inching ever closer to the drenched fabric he holds.

Grasshopper picks up on the subtle change flickering across her face.