Morning. Hannah stares at the ceiling of their bedroom. The far pillow is still indented. Will is there (or has just been). Quiet domestic intimacy — easy, practiced.
Will prepares breakfast in the living room/kitchen. Hannah walks in. They greet casually — "My hero." Light, warm, but something unsettled beneath Hannah's surface.
Evening. Will and Hannah eat dinner in their kitchen, palpable tension. Will talks about work (Bob and Eric). Then mentions a flashback to when they first met — Hannah colliding with him on the street and calling him by name. Hannah realises this is the moment from 1.12. Charged undercurrent.
THE HUM fades. Hannah is in their bedroom, searching drawers and nightstand for Will's diary. She goes through piles of clothes, cupboards. Nothing. Then Will's silhouette fills the doorway. He found her.
Their bedroom. Will confronts Hannah — "Did you really think I wouldn't find out and travel back here?" Hannah: "It's too late. She's out there." Will reveals the diary isn't here. They argue about control, happiness, and what he's done to her life.
Their bedroom. Will and Hannah argue fiercely. "You turned my life to hell." "I saved you." "And then you changed everything." Will threatens: "If that's a problem, I can change it again. Oh. I just did."