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Tidal Wave!
“Okay, I’m ready! Let’s shoot this stunt!” a stuntman named Bill says from atop a red train caboose. Dressed in a cowboy costume, he stands transposed against the backdrop of the beautifully sparse hills of modern-day Los Angeles and signals to his director. The director’s assistant hopes they get this take right the first time, and the director agrees; the clouds look like they might lead to rain. His assistant sighs; he was actually more worried about the eight-hundred-thousand dollars each take of this scene will cost them.
Another member of the film crew asks if this stunt is even feasible. “If it is, Bill Remington can do it,” the cameraman says, “—and he’s the only stuntman nuts enough to try!” The set coordinator tells everyone to get into position for the shot. Once the cameras start rolling, he calls for action.
Standing on the sidelines, a group of onlookers watch in anticipation. One man asks why they didn’t yell ‘quiet on the set’, like they do in the movies. An elderly woman informs him that isn’t necessary for scenes like this because they dub in the audio track later. Standing next to this elderly woman is Alison Blaire. She turns to ask the lady how she knows so much about movies. Is she in the business? Laughing, the old woman introduces herself as Kate Remington—Bill Remington’s mother. She tells Alison she loves to come to the set and watch her son work. She then asks Alison if she would like to watch the stunt using her binoculars. Alison enthusiastically obliges. As she focuses on the progress of the elaborate train-top stunt, Miss Remington compliments her beauty and asks if she is an actress in the film. Alison tells her no; her manager simply arranged for her to come and observe the filming process. Someday, however, she hopes to act.
The stunt kicks into action. As the freight train roars down the track, Bill Remington runs along the roofs of the individual cars, dodging simulated gunshots from two pretend-thugs. He shouts for them to ready the grenade. Charging at one of the men, he mimes a punch at his face, after which the man falls off the moving train as if injured. His ally lobs the grenade on cue. Remington leaps the gap between the two cars, tackles the man—asking him to scream in the process—and knocks the grenade out of his hand. It explodes, propelling Remington through the air and directly into the backseat of an old, green convertible driving alongside the train. Remington compliments Walt, the driver, for his precision driving. Now comes the hard part, Walt says; they have to duke it out at sixty miles per hour! “Who wrote this script?” Remington asks as he begins trading simulated blows with his fellow stuntman. After Remington uppercuts him out of the car, he braces himself for the final leg of the stunt. The car veers off the edge of a cliff and into a canyon, where it seemingly explodes.
Through her binoculars, Dazzler watches these events in horror. It looks like Remington died! At that moment, the director calls for the cameras to cut, and declares the scene a wrap! It starts to rain right after the filming ends. The crew walks over to the edge of the cliff and helps Bill Remington crawl over the ledge. He missed the net during his fall, but otherwise, he is okay.
Miss Remington watches from a distance and smiles. She tells Alison there was no need to worry; Bill is just fine! Frankly, Alison cannot believe he is still alive. The successful stuntman comes over to the onlookers, where his mom compliments his marvelous performance. She then tries to introduce Bill to her new friend… but forgets her name and calls her Alicia. “Um… that’s Alison… or Ali, if you like!” Alison says.
“I like!” Bill Remington replies. After his mother informs him Alison wants to act someday, Bill removes his cowboy hat, holds it to his chest, and takes a bow before Alison. He picks his head back up, and with his dark hair and face soaked with rain, looks at Ali and says, “would you please marry me?” Alison gasps; she politely tells him she has other plans for her afternoon. He asks her if her evening is free, then. At the very least, she could let him buy her a drink, or dinner, or an Italian sportscar. Again, she begins to politely say thanks, but Bill Remington once again interrupts. “Ah! I know you’re wary of men introduced by their moms! I don’t blame you,” he jokes. It isn’t that, Alison tells him. Cutting his losses, Mr. Remington hands her a card and just asks her to call him if she ever wants to buy him a drink. Alison takes it—but jokingly bemoans her missed chance at getting a new sportscar.
After Bill leaves, Kate Remington tells Alison that sometimes her son acts a bit outlandish. She hopes Ali doesn’t get the wrong impression. “Not at all, ma’am!” Alison says. “I think he’s very charming and handsome—and I will keep this!” she says, referring to his business card. She explains to Kate that she is new in town and will need some time to get settled. As a matter of fact, she has an appointment to check out a new apartment later that afternoon and realizes she must get going. As Alison departs, Kate Remington smiles and wishes her all the best.
Shortly thereafter, Alison meets with two landlords outside a cute little second-story apartment in Los Angeles. She thanks them for showing her the apartment—which she loves—but feels she needs to admit she works in show business. The landlords catch her drift. They tell her the lack of steady income is all right in her case, though. They see a lot of showbiz types, and can usually judge which ones will make it—and which ones will bomb. They have Alison pegged as a winner. Mrs. McCorkle, the pleasant-looking female landlord, smiles and tells Alison she will probably earn enough to pay rent, at least. Besides, there is only one kind they do not welcome around there: mutants! “We sure don’t want none of them,” Mrs. McCorkle’s father, now scowling, says as he slams his fist into his hand. Mrs. McCorkle adds that just yesterday, a mutant tore up the convention center in San Diego! However, they can clearly see that Alison is as normal as smog—unless she is the one who brought all the rain to Los Angeles! Mrs. McCorkle laughs at her father as Alison climbs the stairs to her new place. She, too, wishes Alison the best of luck.
Later, the stereo fills Alison Blaire’s new, furnished apartment with the music of Barnes and Barnes, while Alison sits at the desk, reading the newspaper by self-emitted light. She needs to find a job while she searches for gigs, if only so she can pay the rent. I’ve also got to make sure the McCorkles don’t find out I can do this, she thinks referring to the living flashlight she makes out of her hand, as if being able to turn sound into light makes me an undesirable tenant! Bro-ther! An ad for a dance exercise teacher catches her attention, and the next morning, Alison heads to the studio to audition.
Dressed in pink tights and a striped, yellow leotard, Dazzler performs a series of aerobic maneuvers for the prospective employer, Mr. Witwicky. As she does a series of alternating toe-touches, she lists off her credentials: a whole series of self-invented aerobic exercises, dancing since age four, studied kinesiology and physical therapy… Mr. Witwicky cuts her off and says he has seen enough. The job is hers!
After she thanks Mr. Witwicky for the job, a familiar-looking gentleman with bandages on his face approaches. “Hello, gorgeous! Haven’t I seen you someplace before?” Bill Remington says. Dazzler swivels around and asks what he is doing at the health club. He tells her he is a member and works out there four times a week; he has to maintain his magnificent body somehow! Alison supposes that’s true. “Listen, when are you going to let me take you out? I’m running out of lines!” Remington says. He asks if she would accompany him to dinner by candlelight at his place in Malibu Beach—provided the rain hasn’t yet washed it into the ocean. Alison begins her next rejection line, but Bill asks her to cease and desist. He knows when he is getting brutally rejected! He excuses himself to go sulk—and think up some better pick-up lines. As he leaves, the giddy Alison Blaire smiles to herself. Bill Remington may be weird—and not exactly Einstein—but he’s cute! If he doesn’t call her, she intends to call him.
She returns to her apartment later that day, takes a shower, and speaks with her manager Harry S. Osgood over the phone. “Got any bookings for a dynamite blonde vocalist?” she asks. Regrettably, Osgood informs her that her contact is up—and he does not want to renew it! She will have to find another agent. Alison gasps; he cannot be serious! Unfortunately for her, Osgood is deathly serious. He cannot do a good job representing her all the way from New York. She needs an agent in L.A. who has connections to the motion picture industry. Alison begs for him to reconsider, but Osgood remains firm, and asks her not to make this any harder than it already is. He loves her like a daughter, but must do what is best for her.
Lance and Cassandra listen to this conversation from outside Osgood’s office. Lance cannot believe he actually did it. Cassie, on the other hand, breathes a sigh of relief now that her nemesis is gone. Osgood suddenly slinks out of his office, ignores Cassandra’s request that he sign some letters, and says he wants to go home to rest. He has had a rough day and doesn’t feel well. “Hmp! He should have done that long ago! She’s been nothing but trouble!” Cassie says after her boss leaves. “I can’t understand why he’s so upset!” Lance turns and puts his finger in her face. Of course she can’t understand, he says; she’s a cold, insensitive witch! If she weren’t so jealous of Alison, she might almost be human! With that, Lance leaves the office and slams the door behind him. Cassie runs out into the hall to apologize, but Lance has already left.
Meanwhile, three thousand miles away, Alison leans over her table and hangs her head in grief. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. She opens the door and finds no one outside—but does find a bouquet of roses left in the hall. Her sadness immediately retreats as she reads the sweet note Bill Remington left for her. He must have conned somebody at the club into giving him her address. Alison cannot help but smile at this adorably sneaky gesture, which arrived just when she needed it.
The next morning, at the Los Angeles Health and Racquet Club, Dazzler leads her very first aerobics class. Lying on her back and sticking her legs straight up in the air, she tells her class to point their toes and keep in tune with the music! Someone next to her whispers and calls her name. During their next stretch, Alison looks over and sees Bill Remington stretching beside her. “How about this line—Hey baby, what’s your sign?” he jokes. Alison calls him a big loonie toon and tells him to hush. After class, he follows her to the shower and tries another pick-up line. “Let me buy you a drink or else I’ll hold my breath till I turn blue!” he says. Dazzler finally concedes to his offer. Bill doesn’t quite hear her, and starts in with another cheesy line before Dazzler stops him and reiterates that she just accepted his offer. “But… I have a hundred and thirty-two more lines!” he says. Sighing, Alison asks him to just meet her in the lobby.
Soon, Alison Blaire and Bill Remington enjoy a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant. Their waitress returns to refill Bill’s drink, and asks Alison if she would like another club soda—an offer Ali declines. “Talk about a cheap date!” Bill jokes. “Ever go on a wild binge and have two sodas?” After giving Ali a hard time, Bill admits that he fancies himself a go-for-the-gusto type. He hopes to live a short and merry life. Fortunately for him, opposites seem to attract. He raises his drink for a toast with Ali. He asks if she would like to see another stunt tomorrow. She asks if it will be dangerous. “Is the Pope Polish?” he asks.
The next day, on the rainy set of the movie, Remington explains to Alison the dynamics of this new stunt. He has to brake-slide on his motorcycle, drop the bike, run into the burning barn, and as the fire completely engulfs it, duck out the back! To Alison, it sounds impossible. Remington smiles and just asks her to watch. As he hops on his motorcycle, Alison begs him to be careful. Remington doesn’t know the meaning of the word; he can’t spell it, either.
The set coordinator signals the men down in the canyon to start the fire. He gives Remington the signal to get moving—preferably before the incoming rain storm drowns them. He careens down the steep slope toward the burning barn, noting that the fire seems to have already spread quite far; perhaps the men used too much gasoline. Nevertheless, he gives it his best shot, deciding he needs to hurry. He approaches the barn far too fast, however, and slips into a skid, no doubt fueled by the wet surface. Remington loses complete control of his bike and crashes headfirst into the burning barn.
As fast as they can, the set’s firefighters man their truck and head in to save Remington’s life. They figure his flame-proof racing suit will only give him ten seconds to live inside the raging inferno. They begin dousing the flames with their hose, but to their surprise, Remington emerges, covered in flames. They turn the hose on him and extinguish his burning frame. In a panic, Dazzler runs toward Bill and throws her arms around his neck—once the flames die out, of course. She was so worried! She asks if he feels okay. Remington tells her he felt just fine until Alison practically tackled him! He suggests she apply for a job as a linebacker. Joking aside, he tells her the job was no sweat; it’s all in a day’s work for a stuntman. Now that he’s finished for the day, he asks if she would like to get dinner. Shocked, Alison asks how he can even think of eating five seconds after he nearly died. Remington tells her something reminded him of cooking. They decide to play it safe and eat at Alison’s place, as Remington’s house might have already been washed away in the rainstorm.
Later that evening, while Dazzler waits for her date to arrive at her humble abode, she sets the mood for romance. After setting the table and finishing dinner, she gets dressed, puts on some Paul McCartney music, dims the lights and lights some candles. Just as she finishes, Bill knocks on the door. Alison, glowing with excitement, answers it, almost forgetting to tone down her mutant glow before she gets there. Remington smiles at her and enters with a gift in hand. He notices how dark the apartment is and asks Alison how she manages. It seems Alison had been relying on her own emitted light to illuminate the room. Trying to cover her tracks, she tells Bill that she just has good eyes, which she credits to eating a lot of carrots. She flips on the light switch and asks if it’s better. “No! Now I can see the place,” Bill says, completely straight-faced. “Just kidding! It’s… quaint.”
At dinner, Bill proposes a toast to the Alamo. Alison giggles and calls him weird, to which he replies he has a million more jokes like that one. After they finish eating, Bill takes Alison by the hand and practices a few dance steps around the room. He asks where she has been all his life. If he gets comfortable, Alison says she will tell him all about it. They take their seats on her couch and snuggle up to each other. Alison, her eyelids heavy from the wine, rests her head on Remington’s shoulder and asks where she should begin? At birth? At this point, Remington suggests they save the chit-chat until later and start speaking with body language.
Dazzler’s body tenses. This does not go unnoticed by Remington. He asks if anything is the matter, and tells her to grow up; she isn’t in high school anymore. She hesitates, and when he presses the matter again, she sinks into his chest and tells him to keep talking. The sound of his voice comforts her, she says. Suddenly, Remington snaps. He jerks up and marches toward the door, asking why he should even bother. Alison tries to calm him down and get him to talk. Obviously she is not interested in him, he tells her with his head hanging. It’s the story of his life! Alison, doing her best to reassure him, admits she is very into him and apologizes for her own odd behavior. She asks if they can slow down and talk for a while. Remington is instantly enthusiastic about this idea and suggests they go for a walk. Although Alison agrees, she reminds him that outside, it’s raining torrentially. Remington suggests they instead go for a ride in his care. “I was hoping you’d say that! All I have is a pair of roller skates!” Alison says.
After hopping into the car, they drive through the storm toward Bill’s place on the edge of the Pacific Ocean. As they make their way there, however, they notice a long line of cars traveling in the other direction. Bill decides to slow down and ask one of the traffic-jammed motorists for an explanation. Fortunately, he spots his neighbor Steve and pulls alongside his window. Haven’t they heard? There was an earthquake in the ocean near Hawaii, and now, a one-hundred foot tall tsunami is heading for the coast of California, Steve says. He tells them it should hit in half an hour. The houses the storm has not already washed away will be gone for sure once it hits, Steve adds.
Bill slams on the gas and speeds toward his house. The frightened Dazzler asks if they shouldn’t turn around and head the other way—especially considering the police ordered an evacuation. Bill insists he needs to get to his house. He offers to let Alison out so she can hitch a ride with someone traveling in the other direction, but she refuses; she wants to come with Bill. As he barrels down the rain-slicked back-roads toward his home, he tries to impart upon Alison how much his home means to him. As a child, his family was quite poor. His father struggled to eke out a living for his wife and child, but every time things took a turn for the better, fate would kick his father in the teeth! Businesses would fail, plants would close, or he would lose his job in some other way. Finally, Bill’s father just drank himself to death—leaving his wife and son with nothing. They were homeless, and that’s when things got really bad. This miserable life motivated Bill Remington to make something of himself, if only so he never had to experience poverty again. As soon as he was old enough, he started working as a stuntman, eventually earning enough to buy himself the home he always wanted. He parks the car. Through the driving winds and pouring rain, Alison gets out and gets a look at Bill’s magnificent beach-side home. They run inside.
The home’s interior is even more beautiful than expected. While Dazzler gazes at in awe, Bill explains that his life, his world, is here, wrapped up tightly in the walls of this house. It represents the fulfillment of his life’s ambitions. Dazzler finally understands. She asks if he needs help gathering his things. No, Bill says; even though they could conceivably grab a few things and escape, he would rather stay and face the tidal wave. Alison can leave with the car if she likes, he says. She refuses, and although she begs him to change his mind, he remains adamant. With her arms thrown passionately around Bill’s neck, Alison explains that she knows how it feels to lose everything. “I know you do! You’re wonderful!” Mr. Remington says. “That’s why I’ve dreamed of making love to you!” He leans in and kisses her. Alison melts in his arms. He holds her loose, lithe body tight as they drift toward the floor.
Suddenly, Dazzler realizes the insanity of making love at a time like this. In a few minutes, the tidal wave will sweep away the entire house! She gives Bill one last chance to change his mind, and after he refuses yet again, Dazzler leaves on her own. Moments after she walks out the door, Bill realizes what he has lost. He runs outside to catch her.
Meanwhile, Dazzler, already having traversed the distance of several blocks, curses the stubbornness of Bill Remington. He must want to die, she says! She’ll let him do just that, if that is what he truly wants. The gravity of this thought suddenly weighs on Dazzler, however, and she decides she cannot just leave him. She turns around and runs back to the house—but finds no sign of Bill Remington. He has already left.
Unfortunately, the tidal wave grows ever closer. Its roar builds louder and louder. Dazzler realizes with horror that’s too late to run; she has to stand her ground. Refusing to die like Bill, she vows to fight for her right to live—no matter the odds!
Walking out to a rock near the ocean’s edge, Dazzler plants her feet and faces the dark wall of approaching water. Bracing against the gale, she wills her mutant body to drink deeply of the storm’s deafening din. Power wells within her. The thunder, the shrieking wind, the slashing rain, and the roar of the tsunami itself feed her strength until she glows with power unmatched by any being on Earth. Like a goddess of light and life, she strikes, stabbing a bolt of laser light hotter than the sun’s core in the heart of the dark specter of death looming before her. Millions of gallons of water instantly explode into vapor each second as the searing beam guts the killer wave—like thousands of tons of T.N.T. detonating in its midst.
It is not enough. Still, the wave’s might dwarfs her, but she fights on, driven, possessed, consumed by the will to live! There is no room in her for fear. As the cleaved wave crashes down over Dazzler, she remains steadfast. She doesn’t even flinch, though death towers over her, falling heavily on her like a wounded colossus, finally snuffing out her light. She falls unconscious.
Moments later, Bill Remington arrives on that very stretch of beach in search of Alison Blaire. He sees her lying face down in the sand and sprints over to help. Once he realizes Alison has stopped breathing, Bill performs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. After the passage of a long, tense moment, Alison begins breathing again. Bill scoops up her limp body, noticing her weak pulse, and carries her back to his home, which was miraculously spared only because of Dazzler. He is as stunned to see it still stands as he is relieved Alison survived the ordeal.
After taking Alison inside, wrapping her in a blanket, starting a fire in the fireplace, and giving her a cup of hot coffee, Bill asks why she came back. “To try and prevent you from throwing your life away—like you father did!” Alison says. Bill tells her he chickened out once he had to face things alone. However, this event made him realize that all his life, he has been both subconsciously trying to destroy himself and trying to ruin anything good that came along. Alison asks if he means his work as a stuntman. That, he says, as well as his compulsive drinking, and his attempts to alienate women like Alison. In a way, even choosing to build his home on the coast was a subconscious act of self-destruction.
Alison assures him that since they both emerged from the ordeal unscathed, it’s all okay. Plus, his house survived! Bill doesn’t think it should have; every other house for miles around was washed away. He doesn’t get it. Something must have weakened that section of the wave, he supposes. “Lucky for me, whatever it was!” Dazzler says with a grin on her face. She thanks Remington for loaning her some dry clothes and heads for the exit.
Outside, Remington asks if she will truly be all right getting home. She assures him she will be fine; besides, he needs to fix up his place. “Yeah, but more important, I’ve got plenty to do fixing up myself!” he says. He pulls Alison in for one last kiss. “If I ever get my act together, you’re going to hear from me again!” Alison tells him she would very much like that. She walks away toward the rising sun. Bill Remington, now standing on his own, waves goodbye as she walks out of his life.


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Moon Lighting
The Los Angeles Health and Racquet Club…
To the music of Olivia Newton-John’s “Let’s Get Physical”, Alison Blaire leads her packed aerobics class. The results disappoint her. The class puffs and grunts its way through the workout, which Dazzler doesn’t understand; they have been doing this same workout every day for three weeks in a row! If the class hasn’t gotten in better shape in that time, Alison considers it a fault to her abilities as an instructor.
The sudden appearance of a red-haired woman and an enormous dog in the center of the room interrupts Alison mid-sentence. Screaming, the terrified class participants run for their lives, but Dazzler tries to calm them down. These intruders are her friends, she says, gesturing toward Medusa and Lockjaw of the Inhumans. The class clears out anyway. Dazzler approaches Medusa in a huff and asks her to look at what she has done. What will Alison possibly tell her boss—that she had to cut her class short because a couple of Inhumans teleported from the moon into the middle of the aerobics room? Medusa apologizes, but assures Dazzler that she would only resort to these means in a matter of utmost importance.
 Alison folds her arms; they need her help? Medusa explains they have a problem in Attilan, their city on the moon, that could benefit from Dazzler’s light-manipulating powers. Incredulous, Dazzler says she cannot just travel to the moon on a whim! If she went on every emergency that came up, she could never support herself. “I’m sorry, Medusa,” Alison says. “I am the Dazzler. I have been gifted with certain mutant powers… but I’m also Alison Blaire, and it’s time I started choosing Alison over the Dazzler!”
Medusa gives her a stern look, followed by a pause. She reiterates that she would not seek Dazzler’s help were it not a situation of grave import. Besides, the Inhumans answered Alison’s desperate call for help against the Absorbing Man when no one else would. Was that cry for help not from the Dazzler? Did not Black Bolt himself, the monarch of the Inhumans, come instantly to Dazzler’s side against the man whom she had turned into giant light-monster with her own touch? Was it not only with Black Bolt’s devastating sound input that Dazzler was able to direct enough light into the Absorbing Man’s body so as to short-circuit him? Or, has Alison forgotten all of this?
Alison, her eyes closed pensively, admits she has not forgotten. However, she cannot just leave her job right now. “This saddens me, Alison. Very well, we shall go,” Medusa says as she and Lockjaw turn toward the door, “…and again, I regret out unfortunate entrance—and unfortunately I also regret our exit.”
After they leave, Alison slumps against the studio’s mirrored wall and composes her thoughts. She now understands she will never be free of the superhero business, even though she merely wants to live a normal life—or a reasonable facsimile thereof. On the other hand, she does owe the Inhumans a favor. Leaving the job she just found for an indefinite period of time certainly would not be a good career move, though. Things are going so well with her class… Alison suddenly slaps her forehead. Her class! She completely forgot about them. She goes running down the hallway and thankfully finds them all in the locker room. After she convinces the terrified exercise enthusiasts that the intruders were merely performer friends of hers who specialize in dramatic entrances, Alison asks them to come back and finish the rest of the class. Reluctantly, they agree.
A short while later, after Alison wraps up the intensive workout class, she sends her students on their way—and thanks them for having the courage to return. Janet, a dark-haired participant in the class, approaches Alison afterward and jokes about the soreness of her thighs. “That’s good, Janet. No gain without pain,” Alison says. She asks Janet how fares her dancing career. In response, Janet asks if she feels like listening over a cup of coffee. Alison accepts. She could use the relaxation, especially after the occurrence with her friends earlier.
Later, Alison and Janet grab a cup of coffee at a diner. Alison explains to Janet how much Roman Nekoboh has helped her since she arrived in Los Angeles. She still doesn't know how she can repay him. "Riiiight," Janet says, adding that she hopes to meet her own Roman Nekoboh someday so she can get a regular dancing gig. Alison tells her she has no reason to worry; she's good, and will find work soon enough. Although Janet supposes Alison is right, she just cannot wait for things to start happening for her.
Alison pays for the coffee—she is the one with the job, after all—and says goodbye to Janet. Once she steps outside, however, something seizes her attention. Down the street, she catches a glimpse of Medusa's unmistakable red hair slinking around the corner, accompanied by the enormous dog Lockjaw. Alison quickly parts ways with Janet and runs back over to her Inhuman stalkers. Janet grumbles as she leaves; Alison may be sweet, but she's also awfully weird.
Dazzler confronts Medusa and Lockjaw. She cannot believe they followed her! Medusa insists that is not the case. Lockjaw, she explains, needs time to recover from each teleportation, especially one covering as great of a distance as from the Earth to the moon. Before Medusa can finish her sentence, Dazzler interrupts her—and admits she is convinced! She will help the Inhumans after all. However, she needs to return by seven A.M. the next day to teach her class. "Excellent!" Medusa says. "Lockjaw, time is of the essence!" When Alison asks if she will for sure be back in time for her class, Medusa gives her the word of the royal family of Attilan. Regardless, Dazzler presumes she is going to hate herself in the morning.
A shimmering light spreads from Lockjaw's antennae around the trio. There is a silent burst and suddenly, the trio no longer breathes Los Angeles's congested air. Instead they inhale the artificially generated oxygen of Attilan, the Inhumans' home in the blue area of Earth's moon. Upon seeing Attilan for the first time in her life, Alison Blaire can think of just one adjective: dazzling. Medusa tells her they must hurry; Black Bolt awaits.
As they make their way to the monarch's chamber, Dazzler asks Medusa to explain the situation. It began nine days ago, Medusa explains, on what humans call the dark side of the moon—a term Medusa deems a misnomer. Anyway, large black patches seemed to appear out of nowhere, then began drifting slowly toward Attilan. The Inhumans sent Quicksilver to investigate. Even his superspeed proved worthless in thwarting the black clouds, as he could see nothing within them.
Dazzler finally understands why they need her help. With her mutant powers, she can literally shed some light on whatever is causing this problem! Precisely, Medusa tells her. If the Inhumans can determine the source of the darkness, perhaps they can do something to stop it. After Dazzler changes into presentable attire, Medusa brings her to the royal chamber to meet with Black Bolt, behind whom stands Gorgon, Triton and Karnak. "Hi. Nice to, um, see you again, Mister Bolt," Dazzler says as she approaches his throne. The presence of the other Inhumans catches her off guard; compared to these guys, Medusa and Black Bolt seem like regular folks! Her horror dissipates when she catches a glimpse of a rather handsome Inhuman male. Seeing Quicksilver and his beautiful wife Crystal coddling their baby Luna makes Dazzler feel even further at ease.
"And now we mush confront the menace beyond!" Medusa says, pointing toward the encroaching blackness. First, on behalf of Black Bolt, she wants to thank Dazzler for traveling such a great distance to aid the Inhumans. No problem, Dazzler tells them. Besides, if she had not come, and something awful had happened to these people, she could not have lived with herself. The presence of the cute Inhuman guy makes her feel even better about coming. Now, she only hopes she can actually help against the black cloud—whatever it is.
Across the vast surface of the moon, deep within the ominous cloud of pure darkness, two figures stand completely concealed by the nebulous shroud. "Closer," the female figure says. "We must get closer." Her companion, Blackout, insists he is doing his best. Keeping the black cloud around himself and Moonstone isn't exactly easy! Besides, he does not even know why he still wants to help her. When they took on the Avengers at Project: Pegasus a few months ago, they didn't fare very well. The Avengers had them running like scared rabbits—not exactly the start of a beautiful relationship, in Blackout's opinion. Moonstone begrudgingly admits that although retreat was not part of her original plan, she did manage to free Blackout, didn't she? True, he says, but look where she brought him: the moon! Admittedly, he believed hanging out on the dark side of the moon might be cool... until he learned that it is not truly dark, but turned away from the sun. Now, he even has to supply the air he and Moonstone breathe.
Moonstone groans. Can't he get it through his skull? They had to come to the moon! She needs access to its Blue Area; her powers originate from certain stones found there. If she can acquire more of these stones, she can improve her already formidable abilities, thus allowing them to finally get revenge on the Avengers! And by then, my need for you, buffoon, will have passed, Moonstone thinks to herself. The only kink she did not foresee was the bizarre race of humanoids that has chosen to colonize the Blue Area of the Moon. Their presence now forces Moonstone and Blackout to conceal themselves. Moonstone now looks toward the spire of Attilan and sees several of the Inhumans keeping watch over the black cloud. They cannot possibly fathom what is happening, she says. Blackout adds that he cannot possibly see what Moonstone is talking about, as he can barely even stay conscious under this immense strain.
Meanwhile, Dazzler stares out into the approaching abyss and contemplates the absurdity of her current situation. Here she is, standing on the moon, and yet she's never even been to the Statue of Liberty! Right now, all she wants is to get home in time to make it to work.
From within the pulsating black mass, Blackout manages to open his eyes enough to get a look at the forlorn Dazzler in the distance. He immediately falls in love with the gorgeous starlet. Unfortunately for him, this lapse in concentration causes his inky black camouflage to recede for a moment. Moonstone slaps him. What does he think he's doing? Blackout asks her to lay off; he can rebuild their cloak. After he puts it back up to full power—and asks Moonstone if she's satisfied—Blackout contemplates his eventual betrayal of her. She may think she is smart, but after this escapade, she won't have Blackout to boss around any longer, he thinks.
On the spire, Medusa asks Dazzler to ready herself. Dazzler gives Black Bolt the signal to start. While he prepares to open his mouth, Medusa averts her eyes and covers her ears. Black Bolt then speaks. It is Black Bolt's curse that the vibrations produced by his vocal chords shatter any object within their range. But with Alison Blaire to absorb and convert the destructive sounds into potent light, there is no devastation in Attilan this day—only the night-rending power of the Dazzler! Her mega-powered beam of light cuts across the moon and penetrates the previously impermeable black cloud.
Inside, Moonstone averts her eyes, while Blackout reels from the blinding attack. She orders him to strengthen the field; without it, they cannot breathe! He tries, but finds he cannot overcome whatever force created that blast.
The Inhumans catch sight of these two figures inside the mysterious cloud. Quicksilver asks Black Bolt and Dazzler to create a prolonged beam of light so he can speed in and seize the ones responsible for the dark mass. Agreeing to the plan, Dazzler gives Black Bolt the signal to unleash another barrage of sound, which she channels through her body and transduces into a blinding display of polychromatic light. Quicksilver then darts toward the shrouded figures.
Even with the light blinding her, Moonstone sees Quicksilver coming. Additionally, she notices he has his eyes closed, which puts him at a disadvantage, as her visor allows her to see—albeit minimally. Nevertheless, this advantage allows her to repel Quicksilver with a moon-powered blast to the chest. He soars backward and crashes into the walls of Attilan. With him neutralized, Moonstone now turns her attention toward the rest of the Inhumans watching from the spire. She hopes to take care of these freaks quickly!
Her high-powered attack obliterates the top of the spire. As the rubble goes raining down, the Inhumans cower. Dazzler manages to protect them by vaporizing the debris with her lasers. However, this draws her attention away from the black cloud. Within the cloud, Blackout finally succumbs to the enormous strain of maintaining their shroud. He quivers and collapses. Without the artificial air supply he provides, the situation becomes desperate for he and Moonstone. She begs him to keep going, but an additional attack by Dazzler drives Moonstone completely over the edge. "That does it," she shouts. "Now I'm peeved!"
With that, Moonstone releases a blinding surge of light, illuminating the heavens. Coupled with the searing brightness of Dazzler's continued offensive, Earth's moon seems to blaze like a miniature sun! The astral light show is like nothing ever witnessed by human—or Inhuman—eyes.
In mid-Manhattan, in the Baxter Building, the curious display from the satellite catches the learned eye of the Fantastic Four's Reed Richards. He gasps at the sight of the red, flashing ALERT sign and the corresponding image of the kaleidoscope of lights emanating from the moon's Blue Area. He immediately connects it with the Inhumans. Rushing over to his computer station, he contacts Attilan. Crystal answers the call. He asks what is happening on the moon, and if the Inhumans need the assistance of the Fantastic Four. Crystal tells him not to worry about it yet—but adds the situation could turn either way. The Fantastic Four will stand by, should they need their help, Mr. Fantastic says. Crystal thanks him.
In Attilan, the struggle shifts back and forth between Dazzler and Moonstone. Each side alternates between having the advantage: first darkness, then light, then back to darkness. Eventually, Dazzler turns the tide in her favor with one final push from Black Bolt, which she converts into an explosive strobe. Blackout collapses, leaving Moonstone stranded. With the darkness gone, Quicksilver rushes in, snatches the unconscious Blackout, and darts away before Moonstone can stop him. She haphazardly fires at the fast-moving target, but misses each shot. Finally, she accepts defeat. The good guys will beat her again. Moonstone falls to her knees and awaits her inevitable capture. Before she suffocates in the vacuum of the moon's surface, Quicksilver retrieves her and carries her back to Attilan.
The struggle's outcome is relayed to Earth, and shortly thereafter, the defeated pair is placed under temporary Inhuman supervision. Finally, the people of Attilan can rejoice—their city is truly secure! They hoist Dazzler, their heroine of the day, up on their shoulders. When she gets down, the handsome Inhuman man she saw earlier approaches and gives her an intimate hug. She was great, he says. "All in a day's work... um...er," she hesitates, not knowing the man's name. He smiles and introduces himself as Banth.
While Dazzler certainly acknowledges the fulfillment she received from this diversion, she remembers it is just that: a diversion. She left her life and her friends on another world. As much as she enjoys the Inhumans, she belongs back on Earth. She informs Black Bolt and Medusa she must return home. Surely she feels weary, Medusa says, offering Dazzler the opportunity to rest first. Dazzler admits she is tired, and that she will rest—but in the comfort of her own home.
Before they send her home, however, the Inhumans check in with Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four. Medusa gives him the names of their culprits—Moonstone and Blackout—at which point he reveals he knows of them from the Avengers. These two recently broke out of Project: Pegasus in the Catskill Mountains. Reed suggests Lockjaw bring them there on his way to dropping off Dazzler. Right before she leaves, Dazzler reiterates to the Inhumans that she was glad to help. "There's nothing worse than not knowing what you're up against or why," she says. Blackout, standing behind her in handcuffs, wholeheartedly agrees to this statement. After saying goodbye to Banth one last time, Lockjaw teleports Alison and the gang back to Earth.
After a decidedly hasty stop-over at Project: Pegasus, Lockjaw and Alison Blaire blink into her Los Angeles apartment. "...place like home... there's no place like home," Dazzler says as she materializes in her apartment. "I've always loved that movie." She pats Lockjaw on the head, compliments him on the smooth trip home, and offers him a nightcap before he goes. The gigantic dog simply disappears without the slightest goodbye. "A simple 'no' would have done," Alison says disapprovingly. Completely exhausted, she changes out of her Inhuman clothes and into her pajamas, and lumbers over to her bed. Her head hits the pillow at 8:44. Her bed never felt so good. Unfortunately for her, her alarm goes off at 8:45. Alison smothers her head with her pillow.
Twenty-four minutes later, after showering, dressing, and putting on her makeup, Alison Blaire arrives at the Los Angeles Health and Racquet Club. As soon as she walks in the door, Mr. Witwicky scolds her for being late—as well as for looking awful. Has she been getting enough sleep? Before she can respond, he jumps in with a lecture about the image the club must maintain. Alison had better not be moonlighting, he warns. Alison simply walks away. "I'm sorry I was late, Mr. Witwicky," she says. "...guess I was just lost in another world."


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CHILLER!
Alison Blaire partially shields her eyes to block out the horrifying image before her, while her friend Janet, her eyes wide with terror, frightfully clutches her shoulder for support. Both women gasp in fear. “No, don’t open that door—don’t do it!” Alison shouts. However, it is to no avail. The character on the movie screen opens the door and beholds the grizzled face of a decrepit old villain. The audience—including Alison and Janet—screams in terror. Some people throw up their hands, and others, popcorn.
At this point, Alison has had enough. She tells Janet she can’t take it anymore and walks out of the crowded theater. Janet follows after her, but whether she does so because she feels bad for her friend or because she doesn’t want to be left by herself is unclear. As Alison nears the exit, she justifies her decision by telling herself she doesn’t mind a good scare every now and then—but she’ll be darned if she’s going to pay five dollars for one! She endures enough of this stuff every day.
Struggling to feel her way through the darkened theater to the exit, Alison decides to use her mutant powers of sound-to-light transduction to illuminate the way to the double-doors. Being a mutant with the power to convert sound into light sure comes in handy for the small details!
Outside the theater, Alison apologizes to Janet for her outburst, but says she could not stand it another minute; she just doesn’t have the stomach for this stuff. Janet claims she doesn’t either, but Alison seems hesitant to believe her. She takes Janet by the hand and assertively leads her out of the theater. Janet asks what’s wrong. Alison tells her she doesn’t like to waste money like that. Janet isn’t sure what she means; she got exactly what she expected from the movie. Alison supposes she did too. She just hates to admit that the movie was the most exciting thing to happen to her all week!
The two women mindlessly enter a crosswalk without looking. The loud horn and blinding headlights of a passing automobile shock them back to attention. “Why don’t you dippy chicks watch where you’re walking?” the irate driver shouts. Alison apologizes, skips out of his way and stumbles over to a streetlight for support. The movie must have spooked them badly, she says as she catches her breath and waits for her adrenaline to settle. Janet agrees wholeheartedly. Deciding to part ways for the evening, the two women say their goodbyes and head home. Janet asks Alison if she’ll be all right, but Ali assures her everything will be just fine. What’s there to fear, anyway? Nothing much, she thinks, except getting fired if I don’t work up those new exercises for the aerobics class she’s teaching. Gotta run.
Alison sprints all the way home, covering the distance between the theater and her apartment quite quickly. She frantically tries to fit her key into the door to her apartment. It takes the added help of her light powers—aided of course by the rattle of her keys—to slip the key into the hole. As soon as Alison gets inside, she slams the door, leans against it and catches her breath. Now she remembers why she hates those movies! She worries she might be a nervous wreck for days.
Suddenly, the phone rings. Its abrupt alarm gives Dazzler yet another scare—her third for the evening so far. After realizing it’s only the phone, she calms down and walks over to the coffee table, hoping she won’t feel this jittery for long. To her surprise, when she answers it, she hears the comforting voice of her agent, Roman Nekoboh.
On the other end of the line, Roman smiles and leans back on his sofa as he extends an invitation to a party to Alison. Can she be dressed to kill in thirty minutes? When she asks why, Roman informs her that the snagged invites to the party of the season! All kinds of networking opportunities will present themselves to Alison at this party. What does she say? Alison laughs; of course she will attend! Glad to hear this, Roman tells her to wear something sexy and hangs up. After the call ends, Alison considers for a moment how much Roman has done for her. He’s only been her agent for the short time she’s been in Los Angeles, and he’s already done more for her than anyone else has in her whole life—including her father! With that, she focuses on getting ready for the party.
Ninety minutes later, inside a sprawling Beverly Hills estate, the cream of Hollywood’s celebrities mix and mingle. However, the surroundings and company only serve to frighten one novice Tinsel Town partygoer. Alison Blaire, dressed in a striking purple dress, tells Roman she hopes she doesn’t do or say the wrong thing at the party; she would hate to embarrass him in front of his friends! Roman just wishes she would settle down already. After all, she’s doing fine just standing there looking beautiful.
A cigar-smoking man wearing a puffy, yellow shirt opened all the way down to his belt approaches Alison and tries to get her attention. He claims he could not help but noticing the attractive young lady in the company of Roman Nekoboh. He prompts her to give her name, and she does, introducing herself as Alison Blaire. As the man resumes speaking, however, Roman grabs Alison by the shoulders and steers her away. She claims to know who the man is—but so does Roman.
After they get out of an earshot, Alison angrily reminds Roman he wanted her to meet people at this party. “Who’s managing Alison Blaire, you or me?” Roman asks. Ali admits Roman is, but before she can add a qualifier, Roman tells her he doesn’t want her to meet everyone at this party. Does she understand? Yes, Alison tells him—but in truth, she doesn’t.
Later, after Roman and Alison drift into different conversation cliques, a newcomer to the party is asked to meet Alison Blaire. Alison shakes hands with the bearded man, whose name is Robert Benson, and asks if he is the film director Bob Benson. Indeed he is, Robert says.
Roman, meanwhile, overhears this interaction and grows angry. He tries to pull away from his conversation with a thickly accented foreign woman, but she refuses to let him go. He eavesdrops instead.
Back in the other conversation circle, Alison tells Mister Benson that, just earlier that evening, she saw his latest horror movie “Bloody Mary”. After asking her to call him “Bob”, he asks Alison what she thought of the film’s twist ending. With trepidation, Alison admits she left the film before it ended—not because it was bad, but because she was so scared. Ali, you jerk, she tells herself. Bob, meanwhile, just laughs it off; he didn’t come over to make her blush! In fact, he came to tell her he likes her look, and would like to use her in a music video he’s directing with Teddy Lingard. He gives her his card and asks her to call his people. Alison politely thanks him. Internally, however, she has struggle maintaining her composure. Teddy Lingard!! A video!! I’ve died and gone to heaven!
After Bob says good night to her, Alison runs over to Roman and tells him he will not believe what just happened! Roman, his arms folded, tells her he actually would believe what happened—and advises her to be careful. Naturally, she asks why. Averting his glance, Roman states that Bob Benson has a reputation for playing fast and easy with his hired talent—and he’s not talking about heartbreak, either; he means physical risks!
Before Alison can finish telling Roman he’s laying it on a little thick, an explosion outside the mansion rocks the estate and shatters a nearby window. The force rips the curtains to shreds and sends shards of glass into the room, but thankfully, no one inside the party sustains any injuries. Everyone rushes outside and finds Bob Benson’s car ablaze. The frightened partygoers shout for someone to do something. Dazzler gasps because she was just speaking with the victim moments earlier, but realizes he could not have made it to his car that quickly! Despite Roman’s attempts to keep her away from the flames, Alison runs over to the car to investigate. As she approaches, she hears noises resembling a moan coming from the bushes.
Hoping to isolate the source of the noise, Alison fights her way through the shrubs. She finds she cannot pinpoint it because of all the ambient noise and the darkness. To solve both these problems, she discretely transduces the extra sounds into light and makes herself a spotlight. As she searches through the bushes, however, she laments that maybe she did not hear anything at all. To her relief, she spots Bob Benson lying injured near a small tree. He looks like he’s alive—but just barely.
On the other side of the fire, Roman urges everyone to get inside before the car explodes again. Back in the bushes, Dazzler helps Bob to his feet. Mere moments after she gets him clear of the burning vehicle, its gas tank explodes, obliterating the remains of the car.
Inside the mansion, a short while later, the other party guests marvel at Bob Benson’s good fortune. He affably claims he’s okay and asks what the big deal is; he can always get another car! Besides, he has grown accustomed to these little mishaps. There’s always weird things happening to him; he supposes he’s just jinxed! Roman offers Benson a ride to the hospital. Benson accepts the ride, but not the destination; he would rather go home. As Alison and Roman help the injured director to the car, Alison notices that she seems far more concerned about the incident than the victim does… but why?
The very next morning, Dazzler sips a cup of coffee and reads the newspaper report of the car explosion. She is relieved to find no mention of her name—even though she’s the one who found Bob in the bushes. She struggles to decide whether she should call him or not. An obvious air of danger surrounds him, but she can’t tell whether he’s unlucky or someone’s target. After all, this is not the first time Bob has narrowly escaped injury. Alison decides to take her chances and give him a call, despite Roman’s warnings. Taking risks is the only way she will make it in this town!
Later, at the health club where she works as an aerobics instructor, Alison finishes leading her class through yet another rigorous routine. She sends them off and heads to the payphone to call Bob Benson, whom she probably should have called earlier. She hopes he still wants her for the video—if he even remembers her! When he answers, Alison awkwardly introduces herself, but to her surprise, Benson remembers exactly who she is! He asks if she still wants a part in the Lingard video. After informing him she does, Bob tells Alison to be at Paragon Studios in two hours. Alison gets cleaned up and hops in her car. As she drives away from Los Angeles Health and Racquet, she assures herself the audition will be a breeze—but wonders whom she’s kidding. She’s already sweating bullets, and it’s not from the exercise!
Shortly thereafter, Alison arrives at Paragon Studios and meets up with Bob Benson in the parking lot. He apologizes for the mishap the night before; he likes to save those types of scares for his audiences! As a result of the incident, however, he now has two bodyguards, to whom he introduces to Alison. He adds that the studio also decided to advance the production schedule of the Lingard video, possibly because they fear Benson might be dead before they finish the project! Because of that, he tells Alison the job will require her presence every afternoon for the next two weeks. Alison assures him she can meet those requirements. However, doesn’t she need to audition? Does he want to see her dance? Benson nonchalantly tells her that would be all right and asks her to dance. After giving her uncertain agreement, Alison begins dancing right there in the parking lot. She thrusts her legs forward and throws her hands on the other direction. Then, she thrusts her arms in the air and goes on toe, but before she can even get to the next move, Benson tells her she can stop. “Great! That’s enough!” he says. He tells her they start the next day at noon. As Benson departs with his two bodyguards, Alison gives him a curious look. He gave her the job after dancing two steps? It’s all happening so fast—and just a little too easily.
At 12:03 the next afternoon, Alison, still on-edge, wanders over to the makeup trailer. It’s been three whole minutes and nothing has happened—yet. She walks into the makeup room and introduces herself, explaining that the assistant director sent her over to get some touch-ups on her makeup. “Touch-ups, huh?” the makeup guy asks. He tells her to find a costume that fits, put it on and take a seat. He promises to be with her shortly.
After changing, Ali spends close to two hours in “the chair” at the mercy of the makeup artist’s every whim. Time drags, until he finally steps back, smiles and says “voila!” Alison turns to the mirror and is horrified to see a rotting face of a grizzled old woman staring back at her! “Is that me?!” she asks. After her initial surprise wears off, she has a good laugh about her undead appearance. Maybe she’s been working herself a little too hard lately! She compliments the makeup artist on his work and tells him he did a beautiful job.
The zombified Dazzler exits the makeup room and heads into the hallway. She finds it packed shoulder-to-shoulder with fellow actors all made up to look like the undead. This is going to be a blast, she tells herself with excitement. She walks over to a fellow actress, brushes back her hair and jokingly says she was chosen because Bob liked her looks. The other woman laughs; that’s what Bob told her too! The way they look now, she can’t believe Bob said that to them with a straight face. Speaking of Bob, he arrives in the waiting room and tells the cast he would like to run them through a few of the simpler steps before Teddy arrives. That way, they can be sure to have a productive afternoon.
Benson puts the eager young dancers through their paces—though other matters occupy his mind. After twenty minutes of rehearsal, Teddy Lingard, a handsome, young, black man wearing a red leather jacket and pants, enters the room and greets everyone. “Teddy, baby,” Benson says to him, “—I was getting a little worried about you! Thought maybe—”
“The jinx thing, Bob? Come on, really,” Teddy says, smiling. Alison, meanwhile, gets a look at the handsome musician up close and grows faint. She finds him even cuter in person! Benson smiles and conveys to Lindgard what an honor it is to work with him, one of the greats of the music world. Teddy just rolls his eyes in anticipation of the embarrassing schmooze. He listens for a moment while Benson yammers on, but then interrupts. “That’s fine, Bob. I like your work and I like to think you like my work like I like your work,” he says. “But, let’s make this official and do some work!”
With that, Benson begins issuing instructions to the crew. He tells the actors to be ready on the set in fifteen minutes. The stagehands, meanwhile, he asks to prepare the set for the graveyard scene. Intending to use her fifteen-minute break wisely, Alison asks to be excused so she can powder her nose. The stagehand gives her permission and directs her to the bathroom. He tells her to just follow Benson; she can’t miss it. Minding her own business, Alison wanders to the ladies room, but as she opens the door, she cannot help but overhear Benson as he makes a call from the phone booth. “Hello, KPTP News? Yes? I suggest you get a couple of cameras over to Paragon Studios fast!” he says. “Something terrible has happened on the set of Teddy Lingard’s latest music video—and Robert Benson is the director of the film!” He hangs up the phone, ignoring the other party’s request that he identify himself.
Just as the call ends, the zombified Alison exits the bathroom. He asks if it’s her; he can barely tell under all that makeup. She knows what he means, Alison says. As they walk back to the set together, Benson lets her in on a little secret: if everything goes smoothly, by tomorrow she’s going to be a household name. Oh, really? Alison thinks.
On the graveyard set, Benson instructs all the living-dead types to find themselves a comfortable, final resting place for themselves. In this shot, he explains, they will all crawl out from their graves! Alison can barely believe what she’s hearing; nobody said anything about being buried alive! Regardless, she finds an open grave, sits down and prepares herself for burial. Benson approaches her and asks if everything it okay. No, she tells him; she jokes that with the way she looks, she could use some eternal beauty sleep! She asks if it’s going to hurt, though.
With all the actors in place, Benson gives his stagehands the signal to bury the creatures of the night. Alison, lying still with her arms folded over her chest, acknowledges that this is not her idea of fun. The burial begins. The stagehand nearest her throws on shovelful after shovelful of hard, heavy dirt. As the dirt pile encroaches on Alison’s face, Benson tells them to slowly push up from the ground and stalk Teddy after he gives the signal. I hate being buried alive, Alison thinks as the darkness overcomes her. This is soooo creepy! I HATE THIS! When the final scoops of dirt cover her head, she curses herself for not listening to Roman’s warnings.
The filming begins once the actors are properly buried. Teddy Lingard walks in front of the set, heeding Benson’s performance directions. After telling the actors playing undead to stand by, Benson gives them their signal. They emerge from their graves slowly while Teddy tries to look frightened—really frightened. He lets out a scream.
Suddenly, Benson calls for a cut. He noticed that Alison didn’t crawl out of her grave. He marches over to her resting place and shouts at her. “Oh, Miss Blaire? Hello down there? A little tardy on the stalking, aren’t we? Would you care to join us topside for a little work, Miss Blaire? Alison?” She doesn’t answer. Benson begins to act a little worried. He wonders aloud if she’s in trouble! Kneeling by the grave, his eyes widen in shock as he sees that there is no air hose in Alison’s grave! “Where’s her air hose?!” he shouts. Just as the reporters from the news station arrive, Benson asks for help. Someone needs to do something, he says! She can’t breathe! “Oh no! Not the news! Not now!!” he shouts when he sees the news cameras.
However, behind Benson, a shaft of light pokes through the dirt—a laser beam created by the mutant powers of Alison Blaire from the very sound of Benson’s voice. The beam vaporizes more and more of the soil and earth until, in the timeless tradition of the horror film, a hand thrusts upward from the grave! Benson screams and falls backward as the hand grabs his ankle. “She’s alive! Someone help me!!” he shouts. As he falls on his butt, he asks how she can still be alive.
This strange outburst raises puzzled looks from several of the cast members. Alison, meanwhile, begins crawling out of the grave. She calls out Bob’s name in a deep, gravel-throated voice. Bob runs away in terror. Dazzler follows, her arms outstretched like a member of the undead. “Bob Benson… youuuu’re tooo blame!!” she says as she lumbers forward. Bob rushes to his trailer, screaming for help the entire way. They can’t just stand there, he shouts! Meanwhile, while the cameras capture every moment on film, Dazzler continues her approach. “Heard you on the phone” she says in her most terrifying zombie voice. “You’re responsible for my death… you knew there wasn’t any air… you called the reporters… you set up all the accidents! You’re to blame!” she says with a ghoulish expression on her face.
To everyone’s surprise, Benson admits to she is right. He did it! He did everything! He blew up his own car and rigged all the disasters on the “Bloody Mary” set! He’s to blame for his own bad reputation, he says while clutching his head. The cameras continue rolling. Benson admits he only wanted some publicity—any publicity! He needed it for box office appeal!
With the culprit’s confession secured, Alison rips the zombie makeup off her face. She knew something was fishy! The party, the auditions—it was all too easy! After she heard that phone call and saw the setup for the grave, which had no breathing apparatus, she knew exactly what was happening. Thanks to her expertise in aerobic breathing techniques, however, it was easy for her to hold her breath for a couple of minutes! She keeps the truth of her survival to herself, however. She was under the dirt for more like fifteen minutes, but an air-hole she bored through the dirt with her light powers made them an easy fifteen.
Benson is stunned; does Alison mean to say she isn’t dead—he confessed in front of a television crew? With no options left, Benson tries to run for it. However, Teddy Lingard appears in his path. “Wait up, Benson!” he says. “I haven’t shown you my favorite step yet!” He thrusts out his leg and trips the fleeing director. Alison saunters over to Benson, strokes his hair, and tells him he’s sure a pushover when it comes to getting scared! Perhaps he’s seen too many monster movies.
As the police lead the disgruntled director away, Dazzler approaches Lingard and compliments him on the deft move he pulled to trip Benson. Not many guys would have done it! Lingard tells her to call him Teddy—and reminds her he’s not like other guys. He gets no argument from Alison. She decides to call her manager to let him know she survived. Teddy calls dibs on the phone after she finishes; he’s got to line up a new director! As Alison walks away, she tells Teddy it was a thrill meeting him. “See you ‘round,” Teddy says. With his director gone, Teddy struggles to think of another. He wonders if the guy who directed An American Werewolf in London is available.


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Where Have All the Models Gone?
In Los Angeles, a show debuting the latest work of the fabulous fashion designer Douglas Scruggs goes terrifyingly awry when the model on the catwalk vanishes into thin air, leaving behind nothing but her pink gown and pumps. Her disappearance stupefies the audience.
Elsewhere, Alison Blaire finishes teaching yet another aerobics class at the Los Angeles Health and Racquet Club. She commends her class on emerging victorious in yet another skirmish against the battle of the bulge and says goodbye. Immediately after the class, Alison’s friend Janet approaches her with some urgent news. This will be her last class with Alison, she says. When Alison asks why, Janet informs her she’s going to be a model! At first, Alison doesn’t understand, but Janet explains that her modeling company, Millie’s Models, will pay for her classes in the city.
Alison doesn’t convey too much enthusiasm at this news. Janet, who has enough enthusiasm for both of them, encourages Ali to give modeling a shot. “You’re even better looking than me!” Janet tells her friend. As Alison begins expressing her reservations, Janet suddenly leaves for an appointment, leaving Alison to consider whether or not Janet is right. She disagrees that she is better-looking than Janet, but agrees that she should give modeling a chance. She never before considered it a viable career option, though. With all the time she devotes to making headway as a recording artist and teaching classes at the health club, she just doesn’t have time for much else.
In the darkened locker room, Alison has trouble entering in her locker combination because of the lack of light. However, as the Dazzler, her mutant ability to convert sound into light helps her quickly overcome this obstacle. As she changes her clothes, Alison considers getting some professional guidance. She decides against it; if she’s going to make it on the West Coast, she will do it alone. She can’t always rely on others! She realizes she is fooling herself. Last time she made a career move on her own, she almost got buried alive! On the bright side, she survived the experience and ended up in the rock video “Chiller” as a walking corpse. As she leaves, just as confused as ever, Alison decides to put the final decision off for the time being.
A little later, intermittent flashes of light escape Alison Blaire’s apartment, where she poses for her first series of eight-by-ten glossies. Sitting in her makeshift picture studio, Ali wishes against all odds that the photos turn out all right. With no one to help her, Alison asks as the model, the photographer and the flashbulb! It’s bad enough that she has never before modeled.
Once she finishes her poses, Alison heads to the developing studio she created in her bathroom. She creates the red-hued, darkroom light using her mutant power—a first for her. Surprisingly, the pictures turn out looking decent. Alison puts them in an envelope addressed to Millie’s Models and drops them in the mailbox a little later. It’s been three whole seconds and no word yet from Millie’s Models, she thinks as she walks away, so it’s back to the dull life of a struggling nobody for me. I have one hit song, and it seems like the public’s already forgetting about me.
Four days later, at the luxurious offices of Millie’s Models in downtown Los Angeles, Millie’s assistant Steve brings her the stack of the day’s hopeful submission. Millie is delighted when she sees the photos sent in by Alison Blaire. In fact, she fully believes Alison is a model her agency could use! She tells Steve to call the girl in—pronto!
Just minutes later, Steve returns to Millie’s office to inform her he sent the reply to Alison Blaire via express mail. However, he also bears some bad news. Before he can even say it, Millie correctly guesses what bad news he brings. Another one of their girls is missing, isn’t it? She asks which girl it was this time. Steve tells her it was Adrienne. Terrified, Millie bites her nails and stares off into the distance. Who could be doing this to her models? First it was Tracey, then Mary Anne and now Adrienne! Why is this happening?
The next day, Roman Nekoboh—a fancier of Alison Blaire and a man of the world—pulls alongside the object of his affection as she walks home. He suggests they take a quick trip to Malibu in his spanking-new, imported chariot. Alison groans at both Roman and his offer. She knew she shouldn’t have taken him up on his offer to help his career; now he’s following her all over the place! He may have fooled her into thinking he had her best interests at heart, but after the party they attended together, Alison is certain he has more selfish intentions. Nevertheless, she greets him—coldly. He asks why she’s acting so formal; it’s Roman! he says. Alison tells him she is very grateful for what he has done for her so far, but she still doesn’t believe a big star like him would bother with a little nobody like her. She flat-out says she has decided she doesn’t want to owe anyone in Los Angeles anything.
Roman stares at her for a moment with a wounded look on his face. Now that she’s reverted to playing hard to get, she’s going to be a tough egg to crack. Nevertheless, Roman Nekoboh gives it a try. As he follows Alison into her apartment, he tries to convince her she misunderstood his intentions. If that’s the case, Alison apologizes, but insists she must look out for herself. Roman digs where she’s coming from, he says. He picks up Alison’s mail for her and unfolds the front page of her newspaper, the Los Angeles Times, which sports a front-page story about the most recent model disappearance. Casually, Roman follows Alison into her apartment and asks if they can finish their discussion inside. Alison gives him three seconds to leave. “I don’t think you realize—” Roman begins to say.
“No. I don’t think you realize,” Alison retorts. “I mean what I said!” When Roman begins rifling through Alison’s mail, she once again demands. Finally, Roman yields—but asks if he can keep her newspaper. Alison lets him take it, simply so he’ll go. As she slams the door on him, she can hardly believe she just threw Roman Nekoboh out of her apartment. What some girls wouldn’t give to have his attention! However, when she sees she has a response to her submission to Millie’s Models, Alison quickly forgets about Roman.
One week later, Alison Blaire sits nervously on the plush couch in the Millie’s Models waiting room. She’s heard so much about Millie for so many years that it’s frightening to now be waiting to see Millie! A woman enters who Alison assumes is Millie, even though she looks slightly different than her pictures. Nevertheless, Ali approaches and introduces herself. The red-haired woman smiles deviously at the naivety of this hopeful young woman. She could lie and tell this interviewee that she is Millie so she could get rid of her and cut down on her competition—but decides against it. “Sorry, kid, I’m not Millie,” she says, “but if you’re here for a job, I don’t really think she’s hiring.”
Just then, Millie storms into the waiting room and tells Chilie Storm—the red-haired woman—that just because hasn’t hired her doesn’t mean she’s not hiring at all! Both Alison and Chilie gasp. Millie approaches Chilie and informs her she just doesn’t think she’s good enough yet. “Yet? Well, at least there’s hope for me,” Chilie says with a defiant smile on her face. Millie isn’t so sure about that. If Chilie wants to work for her, she needs to leave a portfolio and resume, just like everyone else! Also, she’d better hope that Millie has forgotten about all the terrible things Chilie used to do when she was younger.
Having spoken her piece, Millie summons her assistant, Steve, to force Chilie to leave. Chilie takes the hint. When Steve approaches, she lays her hands on his arm and tells him she knows she has already overstayed her welcome and asks if he would be so kind as to show her out the door. “Nice seeing you again, Mil,” Chilie says as she leaves. “Oh, and Alison, I wouldn’t worry too much about the disappearing models. Bye, Steve.”
After Chilie leaves, Millie apologizes for the jaded wannabe’s atrocious behavior. Alison doesn’t mind, but asks what sparked such a commotion. Millie explains that Chilie Storm is an old childhood rival of hers who decided to use Millie as an in once she learned she had made it big with her own modeling agency. So far, Millie has rejected her portfolio eight times! However, if Chilie’s lies and the string of disappearing models haven’t turned Alison off on the biz—which Alison says they haven’t—then Millie is prepared to welcome her to Millie’s Models! She and Alison shake hands in agreement.
Alison offers her thanks to Millie and departs. On the way out, Steve congratulates her as well. Alison cannot believe it! She’s one of Millie’s Models! However, Chilie Storm, who lingered outside the office after her removal, cannot believe it either; Alison is one of Millie’s Models! As Alison enters the elevator, she notices Chilie eyeing her from down the hallway and wonders what sort of reprisal she should expect from her.
The next few days are hectic indeed for Alison Blaire as her modeling portfolio is reshot professionally, and ultimately, she is out on the streets hunting for that first modeling opportunity as a Millie’s Model!
Four days later, Alison makes a phone call to Janet while lounging on her couch. It was so easy, she tells Janet! She just stood there and they hired her; she’s even in the upcoming Scruggs how! Janet is delighted to hear Alison is in the show too; it’s going to be a blast! Alison never dreamed it would be so easy. Maybe that’s her whole trouble, Janet tells her. She implores her friend to dream big and be big. After ending her phone call, Alison curls up on her couch and thinks about what Janet said. Janet’s right, she realizes; she must have more confidence.
Later that week, Alison meets Janet backstage at the L.A. Sheraton for the preview of Douglas Scruggs’s new summer line. The reality of the situation has yet to register with Alison. Janet wonders if Alison ever believes any of the good fortune that comes her way. Internally, Alison laughs. Janet would never believe the stuff she’s done as the Dazzler! However, this show business stuff is what really thrills her.
Millie greets Alison and implores her not to be nervous. Nearby, Chilie Storm watches and suggests she could fill in for the poor, nervous Alison. “Come on, girls—it’s getting a little too chilly over here,” Millie says as she leads her models away. “Besides, I have someone I’d like you to meet.” Alison, meanwhile, cannot help but wonder why Millie is at the show.
Millie introduces Janet and Alison to the man responsible for the entire show—Doug Scruggs! The handsome, well-dressed, spectacled blond man tells the women they will look great sporting his new Scruggs/Huggs line. It’s their pleasure, Alison says, speaking for the dumbstruck Janet. Douglas turns to Millicent and thanks her for saving her best girls for his creations—and for not letting Tom Devine put them in his hideous excuses for fashion designs. Millie insists she would never let Devine near her models.
While they converse, Alison notices a stray business card lying on the floor. She kneels down and examines its face, which advertises a service called Revenge, Inc. According to its tagline, “you get mad… we get even!” Alison wonders what it could mean; did Chilie drop it? Suddenly, Janet catches Alison getting up from the ground and asks what she dropped. Deflecting her question, Alison claims she just dropped an earring. Her casual exterior masks her inner worry. This could be serious; what if Chilie is out for revenge against Millie? Could Chilie even be behind the disappearing models?
A short time later, the show begins. A string of models dressed in the hottest fashions parade up and down the catwalk. Among them is Alison Blaire, who sports a wide-legged pantsuit with a revealing top that leaves one shoulder exposed. As Alison approaches the end of the catwalk, however, the woman in front of her in line vanishes out of her clothes amidst a flash of light. In horror, Alison approaches the pile of clothes that remain. She sees no sign of Barb! How could this be? It’s impossible, she thinks. Her eye catches Chilie in the audience and Alison immediately jumps to the conclusion it is her doing.
While Millie and the security guards at the show urge everyone to stay calm and remain seated, another model—this one named Robbin—disappears from underneath her turquoise bathing suit. The security guards at the event have no idea what to do. Alison, meanwhile, charges at the supposed culprit and grabs her by the wrists. She doesn’t know how, but she knows Chilie is involved in this somehow! Chilie looks at her attacker with a genuine expression of confusion; she has no idea what Alison means! She’s doing a great job of acting surprised, Alison tells herself. She pulls out the business card for Revenge, Inc. and shoves it in Chilie’s face. “Explain this, little miss innocent!” she says. Chilie accuses her of being nuts and demands she let her go.
Janet rushes over toward Alison and begs for help. Just before she can reach her, however, she, too, disappears into thin air, leaving behind nothing but a green robe and a black, two-piece bathing suit. “Janet!” Alison screams. One by one, Millie’s Models disappear from the catwalk while Millie watches helplessly. Alison stares at the piles of clothes in horror; for all her vaunted power, she’s helpless! Chilie suddenly sees the business card in Alison’s hand and realizes what she meant with her insinuation. Alison blames her for all of this! She begins to threaten Ali, but the two of them disappear as well, leaving Millie with tears in her terrified eyes.
Sometime later, Alison grows aware of her new, dark surroundings. It’s so dark, in fact, that it takes her eyes a while to adjust. Despite the darkness, she knew right away she was in some kind of prison. She looks around the cell and sees all the missing models, each of them dressed in different clothes than when they vanished. Some of their current clothes are even made of polyester! She sees Chilie in the cell too. Alison assumed she was behind the kidnappings; why would she be here as well?
The women hear a door opening at the end of the hallway on the other side of the bars. It’s probably the Fu Manchu responsible, Alison thinks as she cranes her neck to get a better look. The silhouette of a man marches down the hallway. When he emerges from the shadows, Alison is honestly surprised to see he’s a little guy. He greets his captives. They call him a pervert and a weirdo. Laughing, their captor tells them to go ahead and call him names. They don’t even know his real name, he says. They should—and if the world were fair, they would. He introduces himself as Tom Devine, a man who used to reckon with the fashion industry until these new hotshot kids came along and stole his thunder. He even trained Douglas Scruggs, for Pete’s sake! For years, he languished in forgotten circles until he discovered Revenge Incorporated and the unique service it offered. Devine admits he poured everything he had into Revenge, Inc. With its advanced technology, Devine has now exacted his revenge on Scruggs and the agency that snubbed him! Now his fashions and flamboyance will once again catapult him to stardom, he declares!
The captive models stare at the so-called “fashions” they’ve been forced to wear, such as a yellow jumpsuit with puffy legs and a billowy, frilled orange dress. If Devine’s actions and speech didn’t convince them he’s crazy, his taste in clothing certainly has. Meanwhile, Alison begins to feel guilty for jumping to such nasty conclusions about Chilie Storm. She apologizes to her fellow captive.
After Devine declares his intentions to release his fashions to the world once more, he departs, leaving the models alone. They begin formulating a plan. If they could just get out of the cell, any one of them could probably take the little panty waist. This is getting pretty scary, Alison thinks. I’ve got to find out who’s behind this revenging—but first, I’ve got to get out of here!
Alison asks the other girls if any of them has a nail file. “If we’ve got to be here, might as well look good, eh, honey?” one of the models says. The others giggle. Janet, however, produces a nail file from her bag and hands it to Alison. She asks what she intends to do. Crouching near the lock, Alison claims she saw Modesty Blaise pull this stunt in a movie once. If she files hard enough, she might sever the iron bars! The other models laugh at her futile efforts and turn their backs. Fortunately for Alison, this is just what she wanted. With their attention elsewhere, she can freely—and discretely—use her mutant power to create a laser beam. The girls continue chatting in the cell, fueling Alison’s focused laser. After a few more seconds, she melts the lock and opens the door. The rest of the models look at her in disbelief; did she really do that with a nail file? The others don’t care how she did it; they’re just happy to be free!
Subsequently, in Tom Devine’s studio, just three floors above the dungeon holding the models, Devine tells his artists it won’t be long until they’re all famous. They wish Mr. Devine would let them in on his secret weapon. Suddenly, Devine hears knocking at the door and asks who it is. He begins quivering with fear; that door only leads to one place! They couldn’t have escaped, could they?
The door abruptly explodes into the room, spewing forth a veritable bevy of bothered beauties. Get him, the leader shouts! The models raid the room, pinning all the artists against the walls and pressing them for information. Where can they find Tom Devine? However, none of Devine’s cronies seem to know anything. The models look across the room in time to see Devine darting for the exit. He’s too far for them to catch, though.
Relieved to have escaped, Devine pulls open the door, but to his chagrin, finds himself facing two of the models he kidnapped: Alison Blaire and Chilie Storm. “Going somewhere, Tomikins?” Alison says. Tom freezes. Before Alison can stop her, Chilie lunges forward and punches Tom right in the jaw.
The next day, at Millie’s Models, Alison Blaire tenders her resignation. She hopes Millie understands why she must leaver her agency. Although Millie admits she doesn’t quite understand, she admits that Alison seems to know what she’s doing. Alison heads for the door, telling Millie it was fun while it lasted. “That’s what they all say,” Millie remarks. “Oh, and by the way… I will consider your recommendation of Chilie to take your place. Ciao, Alison.”
As soon as she gets outside, Alison Blaire runs into Roman Nekoboh—again. He doesn’t give up that easily, he says! Ali tells him to try a little harder. She reminds him of the party he invited her to attend specifically so she could meet people to help her career. When they got to the party, however, all Roman did was hang on to her in an attempt to stop her from speaking to anyone except himself. He claims she has him all wrong. Maybe she does, Alison says. However, Roman gets the point and says he’ll leave—but he shall return. He speeds away in his car. Alison groans as he leaves. Great—now she has something else to worry about in addition to her fears about Revenge, Inc., an organization with the ability to make human beings disappear. Frankly, she doesn’t know which is worse: the rushing hands of Roman Nekoboh or the strangling tendrils of an organized crime syndicate! Why can’t she just be left alone?