Scene 411 [2021] -

They dial a number from memory. It rings twice. A click.

The dust has settled. Literally. Beams from a parked truck cut through the broken blinds, striping the floor like a prison cell. scene 411

(to themselves) Scene 411. The point of no return. They dial a number from memory

They snap the phone in half. The dial tone dies. Outside, headlights sweep the highway—approaching, fast. headlights sweep the highway—approaching