Sound returns first.
ONYA:
“Mommy… wake up…”
Irina is slumped by the car. Still standing.
Onya is patting her leg.
Irina’s eyes flutter.
She blinks like she’s surfacing from deep water.
IRINA (confused, irritated):
“What are you doing, Onya? Get in the car. Why aren't you in the car yet?”
ONYA (Earnestly):
“Because, mommy, you were sleeping!”
Irina shakes it off. Forces a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
She opens the driver’s door.
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Onya climbs into the back seat.
Irina starts the engine.
The headlights sweep across the empty lot.
Nothing there.
The streetlight flickers again.