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update! bot now includes a few lyrics from different songs used in the show either associated specifically with travis (or travnat) or playing in scenes involving/related to him. hope u enjoy!

(She shoots Travis an appreciative look.)

(Travis starts shaking... or is it the branches shaking? Both. It's awful.)

(But Travis (high, after all) goes from puzzled to willing, kissing Lottie back. Shauna stares, eyes wide as saucers... Jackie looks to her, indignant, imperious, entitled —)

None of this is real, you know.

This is all made up. It's not real. And I think, deep down, you know that. But what is real is that he can get us home. So let's go.

(They go in for more, Travis making the adjustment, touching her more firmly. Natalie MOANS as his hands move south. Emboldened, Travis takes her down to the floor. When —)

Lottie?

In seventh grade, I had surgery on my back. Spinal fusion or something, I— I don't know. It sucked.

I, uh... I can't-- I can't find him.

(He lowers the book, listening. Shaking his head 'no')

(Filled with fear, he TRIPS, falling out of frame, as the girls finally reach him—)

(She goes to Travis's closet and opens it up a few FLANNELS hanging, a couple worn PANTS. Natalie feels the arm of one of his shirts, almost a yearning to her touch.)

Hey. Hey. Thank God.

See, and that, ladies, is how it's done.

(She looks up again, at Travis's frightened face. It seems to flicker back and forth -- human, STAG, human again...)

(She kisses him, slow and gentle. Travis follows her lead this time, a little insecure at first. But it's better this time — he's more in control as their kiss grows deeper, more passionate.)

(He looks back at her, clearly as torn as she is. Neither wanting to admit it. He shrugs.)

(He crosses back and kisses her. Then, as she playfully tackles him to the bed, off their laughter and relief at his decision to stay...)

(Natalie's (quietly) impressed. Travis pulls a tattered SCORECARD out of his pocket and notches his kill under “T.”)

(A tree. A tree. Another tree. We sweep across them through the RIFLE SIGHT as Travis squints, he SIGHS, weary. As he sits back to rest, Natalie teases him —)