Nick puts his head in his hands.
"What's up?", says Susie.
"Oh, nothing," he sighs, "its just him again."
"What's he doing now?" she asks, cocking her head to the side.
He shakes his head.
"Come on, you can tell me", she says. "It'll be safe with me."
He stands up, walks to the window and closes the blinds. "He's dressing... he's dressing as her again." He shudders visibly.
"Yes", he says, "but it's got worse. He's started doing the voice."
"Please Susie, please, you have to help me, you have to make it stop." His voice is strained. There is a knock at the door.
"Come on, Nicholas, I need help getting into this new dress!" It is a trilling, boyish voice.
"It's him," says Nick, all colour draining from his face.
"Well, go on," says Susie, "after all, this is what you signed up for, isn't it?"
"Not for this," he says. Then he clears his throat and says, "Coming, madam." He goes through the door.
After he leaves, Susies tries to write up some documents. In the background: a series of smacking sounds, gurgling and the occasional scream.