Dear Confused,

Chance shatters the singular gamble of a narrative coded in an empty room where nothing has happened--a geometric locus without existence which wraps itself around raptures and endings.

SCENE 39: INCIDENTAL CHAOS (AN EXQUISITE CORPSE IN FIVE TAKES)

Ann Lee: (head down, turns back to camera, a cheap gun shot sound)

Ann Lee: Somehow it seemed so perfect. Thousand of citizens running themselves to exhaustion.

Ann Lee: Well, I mean this doesn't sound like a threat, but it's the way he said it. The way is was delivered.

Wally: What did he say?

Ann Lee: When I saw her a tv, I realized I was still bitter over her treatment of me.

Marine: What makes you think you got the right guy?

Ann Lee: The wrong one would have left by now.

FADE OUT