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| DUSK. The sound of soft rain. Fully dressed, Sarah lies on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling. After a few moments, she gets up slowly and... Runs into a wall. She curses loudly - once - twice - then flicks the light switch in annoyance. Her face morphs into that of self-disgust as she then notices the reflection that appears beside her in the light. She approaches the mirror, her hands slithering to adjust the crushed lumps of her damp nurse's uniform in an unsuccessful attempt to look presentable. She notices how the creases in the red-spotted fabric match the deep contours of her weathered brow. She yaaaaaaaawwwwwns... The warm tingles subside as she glances instinctively at her watch. The hand has stopped ticking around its water-logged face. So much for buying a water-proof watch, she dryly quips to the empty room. The rain continues to tap incessantly on the tin roof above. It grows fierce, desperate, as though it’s coming back for seconds after devouring her broken watch. She forgets the broken watch as the shrill scream of the bedside telephone rips through the cloud of silence and drips. She approaches her beside table and grasps the receiver slowly with a shaky hand...
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