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Darkness. A distant, muffled hum. A horn blares and sticks. Light bleeds in, blurry. On the ground. A face leans in: WILL. His breath fogs in the cold. He leans over us, his expression tight with urgency. Something looms above us, blocking part of the sky.

He reaches past us, straining, trying to move something. Whatever it is, it won't budge. His jaw clenches. A flicker of frustration. His hands grip tighter, pull harder. No use. A moment. Then, resolve hardens behind his eyes.

He reaches straight towards us. A sound plays: THE HUM starts, low and rising. It snaps to silence on the cut.