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Memory

Office Int.

Fade in to a man lying down on a couch.

Psychiatrist:
Phil, Phil wake up. Are you there?

Phil:
Yeah I’m here doc.

Psychiatrist:
I lost you for a while there. Did you have the dream again?

Phil:
You mean the nightmare? Yeah.

Psychiatrist:
That would be the third time this week. People who have gone through a traumatic experience like yourself often find themselves having trouble moving on from it so to speak. Why don’t you run me through it again?

Phil:
Yeah. Yeah sure thing doc.

(Dream Street Ext.)

Cut to Phil walking down the street. He’s holding a box of chocolates.

Phil (V.O):
It was the 5th of November. I had just finished work, and went to the convenience store down the road from her house and bought some chocolates. Caramel eclairs, her favourite. It had been 5 years since dad died, she hadn’t been the same since. I always tried to find ways to cheer her up, sometimes I would manage it. But others, not so much. She just got stuck in a pit of her own making, with no way to crawl out. Excuse the poetry. That day I was going to set things right with her. Her birthday.
Phil walks up to her house, once he reaches the door he fiddles through his pockets to find his key. The camera pans down as he opens the door, he drops the box.


Phil (V.O):
And that’s when I saw her.
Cut to black.


Phil (V.O):

Hanging there with her pinksock hanging out.............