4.26 Melancholy Hill

EXT. GRASS HILL - DUSK #26#

Time critical

Hannah

Thomas Mook Manuel Lentz

No shots planned yet.

Stranded alone on an empty grass hill, Hannah finds she can't travel back, and rages.

Grass hill at dusk. HANNAH alone — lost, distraught. "No, no." She sits in the fading light, at her lowest point.

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Grass and sky. Nothing else. Hannah stands in the middle of nowhere catching the last rays of sunlight. THE HUM decays under, leaving only wind.

What? No. No, no. I have to go back. I have to go back.

She closes her eyes. Nothing.

Come on. Come on.

Nothing again. She looks around her. Nothing familiar.

Fuck you. Fuck you. You are not winning this. You do not win. Just travel, Hannah, you piece of shit, just go.

She closes her eyes again to no avail. The only other sound is the wind. A cry of frustration: Hannah is lost.