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She is alone. Marie slouches onto a chair beside a counter with a floating skull on it.

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and sighs.

We see text messages from Thomas pulled up. He sent her a few previous, unanswered texts. “Hey, we’re going out to Wavy Dane’s tonight if you want to come! No pressure!”
“Have you seen the An American Werewolf in London? It’s playing at the Cinematheque on Tuesday!”
“Thanks for letting me come to Joshua Tree with you all last weekend. I know it wasn’t exactly ‘successful’ but I had a really good time! Hope you did too 🙂 ”

She types: “Hey” and sends.

She turns to the skull on the counter next to her.

Don’t judge me.