1.07
Hannah bursts out of the house, nearly tripping over the threshold. She doesn't stop. Her hand fumbles into her pocket, ripping out her phone. She looks at it oddly for a moment, as if it isn't quite right, but she has other things to worry about. With shaky fingers, she swipes. Dials. It goes to voicemail immediately.
Lily? Call me back, please. I need you to call me back. I... I went home after we had coffee and Josh is pretending he doesn't recognise me. It's so fucking cruel. It's not like him. I wanted to tell him about the car crash. I mean the dream. I don't know what I mean. Why aren't you picking up? I need you to pick up because I'm losing my mind.
She speeds up.
I haven't done anything wrong. Why would he do that? I'm not crazy. And that thing about the tumour was a joke. I meant it as a joke. Please, I need your help, ple-
Someone grabs Hannah's shoulder from behind and spins her around. It's Will, the man from the car crash.
Hannah! Hannah, hang up.
Who are you?
Hannah, listen to me. You need to hang up.
Hannah's breath is ragged, unsteady.
I was there at the crash.
Hannah stops cold. Her face freezes mid-sentence. She stares at him. Not moving. Not breathing.