[Mihael Kheel is a young actor of twenty-one. Blond, slender, and dressed in his motorcycle garb. His best friend Nate River has just recently passed away and entrusted him with a few items in his will, however Nate’s remaining relatives object to this and are attempting to find a way around the will. Mail Jeevas was Nate’s lawyer prior to his death, and currently teaches law at a university. Distressed, Mihael is able to get in touch with Mail, who asks him to drop by the classroom at noon since there was no time to make it to the office.]

Mihael: [pushes open the door nervously] Mr. Jeevas?

Mail: [looks up from the PSP his playing] Ah, Mr. Mihael Kheel. How are you today?

[Mail Jeevas is a man of average height and weight, with dark rimmed glasses and rust auburn hair that occasionally shielded the tops of his hazel eyes. He is dressed in a suit with his feet casually propped up on the desk]

Mihael: Not good obviously, my best friend died last week.

Mail: Oh, right. Such a sudden death, really. Even after I helped him through that nasty divorce he was in top health. Definitely not one to die of a heart attack. [unpauses his game briefly] Have you ever played Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core?

Mihael: [scowls] No. Mr. Jeevas, if I had time for video games I’d be at home.

Mail: Ah, indeed. [sighs and turns off the PSP and stores it in a desk drawer] Well, pull up a chair, sit, sit. You wanted to chat about your friend Nate?

Mihael: Well, yes, you see. . .[pauses at the sight of Mail Jeevas searching through his desk drawer again] Pardon my familiarity, but what the devil are you doing?

Mail: Oh, nothing. [continues to search] Ah, found it.

[Out of one of the lower drawers, he pulls a fuzzy brown teddy bear with a blue satin ribbon around its neck. Casually Mail tosses Mihael the bear. Mihael, out of reflex, catches it with a look of disgust on his face]

Mail: What, you object to bears?

Mihael: Mr. Jeevas, you are college professor. Why do you have hand held games and teddy bears in your drawer?

Mail: Correction, I’m a lawyer who happens to teach law on occasion. Both jobs are equally stressful, so how else do you unwind at the end of the day? Especially when people break down after class. It’s a very awkward position to be in.

Mihael: That still doesn’t explain the bear.

Mail: [irritated] They’re therapeutic, my good friend. Plus the female students adore the bears and it always cheers them up. Often there is a 15-25% increase of score on the next test grade of students who cried and cuddled a teddy bear while I counseled them on what they missed and how to study better next time.

Mihael: Oh, really? Compared to what?

Mail: Compared to when I play my accordion for them of course. There’s only a 5-10% increase then. Now come, come, let’s discuss Nate.

Mihael: Accordion?!

Mail: Yes, Mr. Kheel. Accordion. [shuffles around in another drawer and sets a small, child’s accordion on the desk] Now, back to business.

Mihael: No, sir, not back to business. I have a hard time believing that Nate entrusted a matter as important as his will to you when you play with children’s toys!

Mail: Oh, but you do know that Mr. Nate inherited a toy shop from his grandfather immediately after graduating high school! Made a fortune by the time he was twenty-one. Actually, his ex-wife is enraged that he left her nothing. His family got a healthy portion as well, but they were fond of Linda. When they figured out they were not getting something quite important from the will, they were irritated even further.

Mihael: I can imagine. However, Mr. Jeevas, I don’t even know what my friend left me, which is why I’m meeting with you here today.

Mail: Ah, yes, that’s right! You sent me a note telling me that you couldn’t make it last week; an audition or photo shoot, correct?

Mihael: Audition. And yes, I got the part.

Mail: [grins and gives Mihael a firm pat on the shoulder] Good job. Nate would be quite proud.

Mihael: Now I don’t understand why he left me something. We hadn’t spoken in years except through email.

Mail: Mr. River has left you a letter explaining everything, but no one but you was to open it. I obliged of course. [opens his brief case and pulls out a manila folder. He opens the flap and takes out a small white envelope and a formal document, which is Nate’s will.] I am to read you the will first. Or would you just like to skip to the part that tells you what he left you because none of the actual will is anything personal?

Mihael: For arguments sake, let’s just skip the formalities.

Mail: Alrighty then. [clears his throat and begins to read aloud] ‘And to my dear friend Mihael Kheel, whom I’ve not seen in years and have had very little contact, I leave my entire estate which I have accumulated through my good wealth and success. As much as a surprise that it might seem, I have never forgotten the excellent competition he was for the highest in the class as far as good marks went.’

Mihael: And-?

Mail: Oh? [folds up the paper] That was all he said about you.

[They sit in silence for a moment. Mihael nervously chews his bottom lip and tucks his hands into the pockets of his black jeans]

Mail: [glances at his watch] Oh, wow, would you look at the time. You know, another class is due to take place in about fifteen minutes, so we’re going to have to leave.

Miahel: Ah, yes.

[They walk to the door in silence. Just before Mail locks the door, Mihael frowns]

Mihael: Do you leave your things in there?

Mail: Hm? Oh, yes, I do. Doctor Barnes uses the right half of the desk.

Mihael: I see. [pauses again] Those toys aren’t really used for therapy, are they?

Mail: [shrugs] Perhaps they are, perhaps they aren’t. Tell me, Mihael; did you find my accordion or teddy bear therapeutic in any way?

Mihael: [scowls] I’m a grown man. I don’t find children’s toys therapeutic in any way.

[Mail chuckles slightly as him and Mihael continue walking and the scene fades]