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After a moment, Anna yawns, puts in her bookmark and sets the book on the bedside table next to her phone. She looks at her phone, considering. Anna picks it up and goes to Instagram. She searches: Neil Coleman. She scrolls through a few “Neil Colemans” until she spots the profile with our Neil’s photo. He’s private. Damn. Anna takes a sip of wine. A little liquid courage. She sends Neil a follow request. Anna smiles then quickly puts her
phone down and turns off the light. The camera drifts up into the attic...
INT. ANNA'S HOUSE - ATTIC - SAME It’s pitch black except for a strip of moonlight from the open attic window. In the darkness, we can just make out the shape... of a large man. END
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