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DARKNESS
Then, a flick of the light. Images regaining definition.
INT. BEN MILLER’S BED AND BREAKFAST. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Miss Parker opens her eyes. She recognizes the place.
Pictures of her – no, not hers, her mother’s – fill the room.
She’s lying on the bed, still fully dressed. She sits up on the bed, sees Sam sitting at a chair watching her.
MISS PARKER
What happened?
SAM
You passed out.
I brought you here. Figured you could use some rest.
MISS PARKER
How long was I...?
Her head still hurts. The Voices are not screaming anymore, but the choir of spirits still echoes inside her head.
SAM
About three and a half hours.
MISS PARKER
What about Ben? Is he...?
Sam nods. Miss Parker looks down.
MISS PARKER
Damn him! He knew I was coming here!
This is him returning the favour.
SAM
I took the liberty of cleaning everything up. If this was Centre’s work, we should avoid using local authorities.
Miss parker nods.
MISS PARKER
You did good, Sam.
What about the...
(deep breath)
the...
SAM
I buried him.
Miss parker gets up, moves to the door. Sam gets up from his chair.
Only then, Miss Parker notices the old photo-album leaning against the chair.
Sam follows her look, grabs the book and delivers it to Miss Parker.
MISS PARKER
Where did you find this, Sam?
SAM
He was clutching it. Holding it as if it meant the world to him.
Miss parker feels the brown leather cover. No drawings, only four words: IMAGES OF THE PAST.
Miss Parker raises his head to look at Sam.
SAM
I didn’t open it, Miss Parker.
Doing her best to hide the anxiety, Miss Parker opens the book. She sees a painting of an angel.
INT. PARKER FAMILY HOUSE. MR. PARKER’S OFFICE – FLASHBACK
A very young Miss Parker (no more than 7 or 8 years old) ventures inside the empty office. Her curiosity leads her to the highest shelf that she can reach.
Among the dozens of books that fill the room, one captures her attention. She retrieves it from the shelf, opens it.
A painting of an angel.
She flips to the next page.
Written in golden classic lettering are the words THE PARKER FAMILY.
Young miss Parker smiles, then she hears a loud voice, an angry voice. Aiming at her.
She turns her head.
Mr. Parker removes the book from her hands and slaps her in the face.
He says something to her, she nods, sniffing and hurting.
PRESENT
Miss Parker is clutching the photo-album tightly.
She flips to the second page.
Nothing. No photos, no drawings.
MISS PARKER
Images of the past... Family secrets.
SAM
You all right, Miss Parker?
Miss parker closes the photo-album.
MISS PARKER
Let’s go, Sam.
SAM
Where to, Miss Parker?
MISS PARKER
Home. We had enough for one day.
Miss Parker leaves the room, without looking behind. Sam follows her, turning off the light as he closes the door.