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movement only she is privy to. A thin wind is whistling
               through the cabin wreck though there are few clouds in the
               sky and the branches do not sway in the breeze.
               HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - MORNING - INT
               Everything is clinically pale, even Lee. Crutches and a
               wheelchair lie abandoned. All is silent but for the tooloud
               ticking of a wall clock.  She walks down this
               corridor. Ahead, a sign points to A + E, the morgue and
               ICU.
                18.
                She swallows, steps forward and stops.  The clock ticks , a
               battered coffee machine coughs and displays OUT OF ORDER.
               A doctor flings open a door beside her and blurs past and
               through another door.  The sign above the door reads ICU
               and three beds are occupied and visible in the internal
               window. Presses a hand to the window, bites lip and Lee
               glances up at the sign then runs after the doctor, leaving
               a sweaty handprint on the glass.  She bursts through a
               swing door and -
                STAIRS - CONTINUOUS - INT
               A grey flight of stairs. A shadows turns a corner and
               vanishes below. Lee begins to descend and steps over the
               discs of gum pressed into the steps.
               LEE
               That is so gross.
               At the foot of the steps is a large window, showing the
               words THEY WALK in black spray paint. It begins to change
               colour, lightening to red, oozing as if blood.
               LEE (CONT'D)
               No. This can’t be happening
               again.
                She runs down the last two flights and pushes open the fire
               door filling the dank staircases with sunlight.
               FRONT ROOM - MORNING - INT
               Crash in lying on the sofa.  The phone rings on the table.
               He groans and presses a cushion over his face. The ringing
               carries on and he snakes a hand out from his pillow to feel
               for it. It stops ringing as he grabs it and he grunts
               again.
                19.
               CRASH
               The world hates me.
               There is a third of a bottle of rum on the coffee table,
               surrounded by four shot glasses, two on their side. He
               reaches for it, hesitates, pulls back.
               His phone starts to ring again. UNKNOWN NUMBER. Crash
               answers as he staggers over to the mirror. A pale,
               stubbly, unwashed face stares back. Its eyes widen and
               dart around as the phone emits crackly silence then a high
               scream. Phone falls to floor as reflection blinks out of
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