You, My Dear, Cannot POSSIBLY Exist, So Go Away!

[Black void]

(Tegan comes across a metal structure, then two people sitting at a small round table playing a game similar to draughts. They glow white. The woman is dressed in Tudor style, with a big ruff framing her head. The man's ruff is very small around his neck.) 

TEGAN: 

Hello.

(The woman replies.) 

ANATTA: 

You, my dear, 

cannot possibly exist, 

so go away.

TEGAN: 

Look, hello. 

ANATTA: 

Did You see...? 

ANICCA: 

...why, did You? 

ANATTA: 

I asked first. 

ANICCA: 

So You did see!

ANATTA: 

...it proves nothing. 

Just because an illusion 

is shared doesn't mean --

ANICCA: 

-- of course not. 

ANATTA:

 Besides, How Do I Know 

That What You Think You See --

ANICCA: 

-- is What You Think You see? 

ANATTA: 

Or vice --

(As they both move pieces on their game board, we see they have the image of a snake on their forearms.) 

ANICCA: 

--versa. 

ANATTA: 

Exactly. 

(A younger man appears behind Tegan, laughs, and vanishes. 

The two figures recede into the distance.) 

ANICCA: 

...I can only conclude it is you 

who have invented her 

as a means of putting me 

off My Game.....