Alice and Bob's chorus bit. I'm liking the surreal bits... My outsider is a fairy who is observing Alice's attempts to dig a six-foot deep hole in the garden.
A trapdoor is open onstage, out of which bits of earth fly periodically. A projected image of a tiny woman, FAIRY, appears on stage and speaks.
FAIRY: Poor Alice! He was going to tell her properly, but he just didn't have the time. The gold is buried but three feet to the left, and now it will remain there forever, just out of his reach! How terrible! To save everything the way he did! To never spend anything on himself, to keep it all for his precious daughter, and now it is worthless - all that toil and miserdom. Destined to sit three feet from his unlawfully buried corpse, useless to everyone but the worms.
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