Jann has just arrived. She walks into the living room carrying a small bag.

JANN: Gale?

Gale comes out of the kictchen.

GALE: Hi. Let me just grab some things from upstairs.

Gale goes up the stairs. Jann browses around the living room, looking at a magazine or an ornament. She comes to a collection of framed photographs. Dewey and Gale feature predominantly. Jann picks one up showing a close up of the two smiling.

Gale shouts from upstairs.

GALE: So what flight are we on?

Jann sets the photo down.

JANN: Uh, National. Leaves in about an hour.

GALE: I'll be ready. So what did you pack?

JANN: Mostly black.

We can hear Gale laughing from upstairs.

GALE: Was there a problem with Rob?

JANN: No, he was fine about it. But I had to punch Rachel in the face. I hope that wasn't a problem. Rob couldn't understand why you wanted to take me.

Jann says this as though she wants an answer as well.

GALE: You're a good writer.

JANN: That reminds me, what are we going to go see?

GALE: Some story about a kid dying.

JANN: (under her breath) Nice.

Gale comes down the stairs carrying her bags.

GALE: Ready.

JANN: Did you lock up?

GALE: Yeah, everything's fine.

JANN: Then let's go to Oregon! I hear it's America's most prominant hit-and-run-state.

They head out the door. Gale locks it on the way.

INT GREENHAM HOSPITAL-MORTUARY NIGHT 8PM

As with other morgues, this one is completely white. It has white polished tile floors, white walls, ceilings and doors. The only metal colour in the room are the slabs the bodies lie on and the slide-in fridges built horizontally into the walls.

Four people are stood in the morgue. Two are Martin and Matt and the other two are hospital doctors. They all wear green operating cloaks. On a table in front of them is the body of Rick Tyler.

The two doctors are called DR KALVIN COLLINS and DR WARREN GIDEROYC.

GIDEROYC: You want us to assess cause of death.

MARTIN: Yes.

GIDEROYC: But you haven't yet obtained a consent slip?

MARTIN: No.

GIDEROYC: Excuse me for sounding patronising detective, but how do you expect us to do that?

MARTIN: Just a surface examination.

Gideroyc and Collins look at each other before pulling on surgical gloves.

COLLINS: There's not really much you can tell from something like that. However...

They begin examining the body of Rick Tyler. Collins pushes down on his chest and around the ribcage.

COLLINS: A few broken bones, probably from the fall. Partially cracked ribs, I count four...

GIDEROYC: Left leg sprained and bruised, left arm broken wrist, again from the fall.

Gideroyc pulls out a small pen light and exmaines the eyes and ears.

GIDEROYC: Ear drums intact....

MARTIN: Could it have been something chemical?

COLLINS: You mean something leaked from the facility in the valley? I thought they mainly controlled petrochemicals.

MARTIN: No, I think you're right, I was just wondering.

COLLINS: Possibly. We would know once we looked inside.

GIDEROYC: Eyes are a little strange, but no significant damage and no redness from a chemical. Along with that, much of the body has not yet begun to show signs of first stage decomposition. Lips are still flesh coloured, no blue colouring anywhere...

COLLINS: But in short, we have to have an autospy to prove anything.

GIDEROYC: When can you get one?

MARTIN: That depends on the parents. Some decide they don't want to know what it was.

COLLINS: But you seem to feel this was some kind of chemical toxin? If so, it's extremelly important we establish what. I don't think anyone's been out to those woods in a long time. It's very possible that there may be something out there.

MATT: But there's no indication?

Gideroyc shakes his head.

GIDEROYC: Most chemicals have side effects such as abrasions or patches on the skin, there's nothing here. Most likely the poor kid died from internal bleeding as a result of the fall. (beat) We do understand your concern, detective. My records show this is the sixth unexplained death in five years as a result of people venturing into those woods. But we can't progress any further without consent.

MARTIN: All right. Thank you.

GIDEROYC: No problem. But detective, I really wouldn't worry about any medical alert As is most likely the case with all the others, the kids were playing and he fell.

Martin pulls off his surgical gown and nods.

INT WATSON HOUSE NIGHT

Joe and Helen are sat together in the kitchen drinking coffee. Timothy's off someplace.

JOE: Could you believe that asshole? How come when we're the victims cops always pin us as the bad guys?

HELEN: I know, it must have been really intimidating for Tim. I hope they don't come back.

JOE: Where is he?

HELEN: Upstairs.

Joe holds and squeezes Helen's hand.

JOE: Poor Rick.

Helen nods.

INT HOUSE, UPSTAIRS SAME TIME

Timothy leaves the upstairs bathroom, clikcing off a light and walks down a hallway into a room at the end of the house. He clicks the light on going into his bedroom which is pretty tidy for a kid his age.

He picks some clothes up off the floor and puts them in a drawer. He catches something out of the corner of his eye and walks to a large window. He stands and looks out. He can't see much because the light reflects across the glass. He switches off the light and looks out again.

It's pitch black outside but traces of the landscape can still be made out. There is a large mountain in the distance and the area is dotted with tall pine trees.

He keeps looking for a few seconds and then sighs.

He starts to turn away when a faint glow burns through trees in the distance. Timothy keeps watching as the white glow comes closer as though it's heading along the forest floor but is obscured by the trees.

Timothy already knows what it is and is beginning to panic. The glow leaves the trees and heads through neighbourhood streets, along roads and through backyards towards his window.

He wants to yell but fear keeps him quiet. He stands at the window as the glow rises up and hovers there. Timothy watches it as it morphs into a face of a woman. She looks at him through the glass with slanted eyes and an evil grin.

Timothy seems to feel a sense of security from the glass. He raises his hand up and places it on the glass. An arm morphs and stretches out from the glowing shape, with five long, spindly fingers. It pushes up against the glass and they seem to make contact.

The grin becomes more evil as Timothy howls in pain and looks down at his hann to see a red scar.

The woman looks down at the window to see it is open about two inches at the bottom. She stretches her hand towards the gap. Timothy sees this and quickly slams the window shut. The woman presses her face right up against the glass and hisses so loud it seems to boom around the room.

Timothy carefully backs away from the window as the woman floats away from the window around the house.

Timothy takes off running outside his room and down the hall to the bathroom where one of the windows is open.

Timothy gets there just in time, slamming it shut as well as the woman appears, hissing again.

TIMOTHY: You can't get in.

The woman seems to understand him and seems to get angry.

It shoots away from the window, down towards the ground.

Timothy takes off like a shot, screaming down the stairs to the bottom floor. He looks left, then right and sees down the hall in the kitchen the main back door is open. Only a flimsy screen door is closed.

He runs towards it as the glowing object lowers down next to it. The woman pushes forward and the object seems to pour through the tiny little holes of the screen door grill. Timothy slams the main door shut against the screen door.

There is a little glass of window on the door. Timothy stretches up to look through it as the object looks back. A few seconds pass as they stare at each other before the woman screams away from the window, flying at high speed back towards the wood.

Timothy slinks to the floor and starts sobbing.

EXT ROAD MORNING ABOUT 6 AM

Gale and Jann are driving a small rental car along a main road towards Greenham. It's just dawn here and the sun is poking up on the horizon. Gale is driving, with Jann asleep in the passenger seat. Gale hits a bump and Jann wakes up.

GALE: Sorry...

JANN: (tired) That's OK. What time is it?

GALE: Just after six.

JANN: (surprised) In the morning?

GALE: Uh-huh.

JANN: I didn't even know there was a six o'clock in the morning. Where are we?

GALE: About ten miles from the town limits.

JANN: Anything intersting happen while I was asleep?

GALE: No. I almost ran us off the road and killed us, but I'm fine.

JANN: Oh, do you want me to drive for awhile?

GALE: Oh, no I didn't mean it like that, I just wasn't paying attention.

Jann nods and puts on her sunglasses.

GALE: Do you always where sunglasses? No matter what time it is?

JANN: Yes.

GALE: Why?

JANN: It makes people think I'm scary.

Gale laughs.

GALE: You're a very intersting person. Maybe I should write a column on you!

JANN: No thanks, with your luck I'd probably get stalked and killed.

Jann rolls her eyes.

JANN: I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from or why I said it.

GALE: That's OK.

JANN: I guess it was a rough five years for you. I'm sorry.

GALE: Yeah, it was. I was even contracted to make Stab 2 but you reach a time where you know you've gone too far.

JANN: My mom made me go see Stab.

GALE: (laughing) Really?

JANN: She was like, 'look, Jann, this is what'll happen to you if you don't get out there and meet people.'

GALE: Did it help?

JANN: I guess. Except for the whole, 'urge to kill' thing I feel every so often. (beat) Do you still hear from the girl and the others you met?

GALE: Not really. Sidney's out west trying to get on with her stuff, I think it's best if we don't talk to each other much. No point in thinking about something like that.

JANN: Huh. So when did you move to Washington?

GALE: About a year after. I got a job at a TV studio and then I came to the publishing house. What about you?

JANN: As mush as it pains me to say it, my mom got me my job.

GALE: I'm sensing some kind of thing between you and your mom.

JANN: Yeah, just call me 'Norma Bates.'

Gale chuckles as they approach the town.

INT GREENHAM POLICE STATION MORNING ABOUT 7 AM

Martin is sat at a desk in a crowded police station. He has his own desk piled high with files and folders. A couple of photo frames are on the desk of a smiling woman. Martin is at the moment on the phone.

MARTIN: (beat) Hello, good morning Mrs Tyne. This is detective O'Connel from Greenham P.D. We spoke yesterday... (beat) Yes, I'm very sorry to bother you but I spoke with some doctors who examined your son and they feel that to be perfectly sure of how your son died they should perform an autospy. I was just wondering if you'd like to come down and discuss it or I can send somebody around to you?

Martin listens to Mrs Tyne as Matt enters the room. He sets a white paper bag on Martin's desk and then walks to another office.

MARTIN: I can understand how you must feel and although we're really quite sure he died from the fall we feel that just to be safe-

He's been cut off by Mrs Tyne. He listens to her say something.

MARTIN: Of course you have the choice, nobody's going to pressurise you into doing anything,

While he listens, Martin opens the bag and pulls out a plastic cup of coffee and a jelly donut.

MARTIN: No I don't need an answer now. All right well you just take your time and call me whenever you're ready. All right, thank you very much. Bye.

He puts the phone down and bites into the donut. He tastes it and then spits it out into the bin. He turns around to find Matt. He's in another office flirting with one of the women cops. Martin tries to call him but can't. He tries again but something's wrong with his voice.

He throws the donut and it splats against the window. Matt jumps and looks up. Martin signals for him to come to him.

MATT: Shit, what's wrong?

MARTIN: What did I tell you yesterday about apple donuts?

MATT: I thought you liked them.

MARTIN: I'm alergic to apple you schmuck.

MATT: Oh, God I'm sorry.

MARTIN: Don't do that again, all right? You're gonna kill me.

MATT: I won't, sorry.

MARTIN: Where's the gas station witness report?

MATT: I'll get it.

MARTIN: You do that.

Matt jogs off as Martin clears his throat and rubs his eyes.

Martin's phone rings on the desk. He picks it up.

MARTIN: Hello? Yes this is Martin O'Connel.

Martin listens.

MARTIN: There's been no indication about the cancer?

Martin touches the photo of the smiling woman on his desk.

MARTIN: Call me with any changes.

EXT MOTEL MORNING ABOUT 7 30 AM

Gale pulls the rental car into a space outside a single storey motel. She turns off the gas and she and Jann get out. They stand looking around at the cute little streets and buildings.

JANN: OK, this is my worst nightmare come to life.

GALE: What do you mean? What could be better than a quite little town?

JANN: I think you know the problem better than anyone about 'quiet little towns'.

GALE: Stow it.

JANN: So what do we do now?

GALE: We get a room.

JANN: Yes, I know; I'm not a complete shit-head. I meant about this story? When do we get to LA where there's lots of crime, and death and......people?

GALE: It won't take long.

They walk into the checking in room where an old man sits behind a desk.

GALE: Hi, can we have a room please?

MAN: For the two of you?

JANN: No, no. I just carry her bags and drive her where she needs to go. I'll sleep in the car.

GALE: (cutting her off) Yes, for the two of us.

MAN: OK.

The man finds a key and hands it over.

MAN: Room five.

GALE: Thank you. And can you give us like a map of the town?

MAN: What do you need a map for?

GALE: To find our way around.

MAN: What are you not around from here?

Gale looks at Jann and Jann looks at Gale.

JANN: This man is obviously insane.

MAN: OK.

The man gets a pad and pen. He draws two straight lines.

MAN: This is the main road. On each side of the raod, you've got all your stores and things. Now, the town itself is built on the side of a small mountain. This here is Greenham woods...

He draws a large oval shape near the main road.

MAN: The highway's here.

He draws two more straight lines quite a distance away.

MAN: Here's Union City.

He draws a square just behind the woods.

GALE: What's that?

MAN: The Union City Chemical factory. There's some kid of fuel deposits in the area, they mainly keep to themselves but we get trucks through here sometimes. It got sold last month and they've been packing up and leaving for weeks. A lot of the folks worked there and they lost their jobs. Only a handful are still there.

GALE: OK, thank you for the local history lesson.

MAN: (changing his tone, trying to impress them) You know, if you girls would like a personal tour, I could hook you up. I have my own minibus.

JANN: You must be very proud.

Gale shakes his hand.

GALE: Never mind, thank you very much.

They leave the office and head across to a collection of small buildings.

They arrive at a door with a number five written on it. Gale unlocks it and they go inside.

GALE: This is nice.

JANN: I suppose.

GALE: You want to get something to eat?

JANN: (in pain) Yes!!!

INT DINER MORNING

Gale and Jann are sat in a booth in a comfortable little diner on the main street. Gale has a coffee and some kind of pastry thing in front of her where as Jann has the whole works, bacon and eggs and sausages and muffins etc etc.

JANN: This food is disgusting.

GALE: Then why do you keep ordering more?

JANN: I think I'm helping the local economy. Might as well try to make some kind of difference while I'm here.

Jann smears some butter on a piece of toast.

GALE: I think I might try and find out some information. Will you be OK here?

JANN: Are you kididng? Why don't I sit here until you're ready to go, that way I won't have to actually do anything except eat and maybe buy some gum out of that machine over there. I always wanted one of those when I was a kid.

Gale gets up and heads across to a payphone carrying a copy of the local newspaper. The story of Rick features on page 2 along with Detective O'Connel's name.

Jann lights up a cigarette and sits quietly.

At the payphone, Gale puts some quarters in and dials a number.

GALE: Hi, can I please speak to a....

She looks at the paper.

GALE: Detective O'Connell. (beat) Thank you.

Gale hums a tune and looks across to Jann who is looking out of the window when two big constrcution guys come and sit in the booth.

GALE: Detective O'Connel? Hi, my name's Gale Weathers and I'm writing a report on the number of deaths in Greenham woods. I was wondering if I could set up an interview with you?

At the booth, Jann watches the two guys as they sit down.

MAN 1: You're not allowed to smoke in Greenham.

JANN: (stunned) You've got to be shitting me.

MAN 2: Nu-uh. One of the first towns in America to ban smoking. We don't even sell them here anymores.

JANN: But this pack won't last me 'till the end of this morning!

MAN 2: I'm sorry, that's the law.

JANN: (remembering) It's OK, I bought a carton on the plane.

MAN 1: Looks like we got ourselves a little vigiliante girl.

JANN: No, you've got yourseleves fuck-all. Now, do you mind, I'm trying to eat. I don't know what stinks more, this food or you.

MAN 2: Hey, no need to be rude.

JANN: (sweet little voice) Oh, please leave Mr nice man, I'm only a little itsy bitsy girl-(nasty, slamming her fists on the table) Fuck off!!!

The two guys leave looking really funny at Jann as though they're scared.

At the phone, Gale is talking to O'Connel.

GALE: OK, so this evening at 6. Where?

Gale listens to his response.

GALE: Greenham P.D. All right, looking forward to it. Thank you very much, goodbye.

Gale puts the phone down and sits back in the booth opposite Jann.

GALE: Getting aquainted with the locals?

JANN: Something like that. Did you know they banned smoking in this town? They actually banned it, I swear to God it's a conspiracy against people like me-

Gale takes Jann's lit cigarette out of her mouth and stubbs it on the table, no ashtray of course.

JANN: What are you doing? They banned smoking.

GALE: Yes, but I got an interview with the detective investigating this case.

JANN: Really.

GALE: Yes. We're meeting him tonight at the police station at uhm...6 PM.

JANN: What are we going to do until then?

GALE: I'd like to go out to those woods.

JANN: The woods with the mystery and the death?

GALE: The very same.

Jann shakes her head 'no' while draining her coffee cup.

JANN: No, no, no, bad girl, stop saying these things. The whole area's probably been cordoned off.

A waitress appears and refils Jann's cup.

JANN: It's a bad idea-

Jann grabs the waitresses arm.

JANN: (to waitress) Would you please tell her it's a bad idea; did you know they banned smoking in this town?

The waitress smiles and walks away. Gale gets up and grabs Jann's arm and yanks her out of the booth. Jann manages to dump some money on the table.

INT WATSON HOUSE, MORNING

Timothy is lying asleep in his bedroom. The room's a bit of a mess since last night with clothes strewn about the place and chairs knocked over. The curtains are drawn fast against the window.

Timothy's mother, Helen enters and looks at Timothy. Then she sits on the bed next to him and gently shakes him awake.

Timothy wakes up with a start as though he shouldn't have fallen asleep.

HELEN: Hi, sleepy, you OK?

TIMOTHY: What time is it?

HELEN: It's after 11. You slept a long time.

TIMOTHY: I'm missing school.

He jumps out of bed.

TIMOTHY: I've got to get going.

HELEN: No, you don't you're staying home until you're better.

Timothy lies back down in the bed. Helen goes to the window and opens the curtains. Timothy jumps up and stops her from doing so.

TIMOTHY: No, please don't open the curtains.

HELEN: What's wrong? And why were you running around last night?

TIMOTHY: It's nothing.

HELEN: Please, Tim, tell me what's wrong, that way I can ehlp you. We can all help you get through whatever it is you're worried about.

TIMOTHY: It's nothing, just leave me alone.

Helen accepts this and then goes to the door.

HELEN: All right. But I hope you understand that if you keep it to yourself, it'll only hurt more and more.

Helen leaves the room.

INT GREENHAM POLICE STATION

Martin is typing something on the computer when his phone rings.

MARTIN: Hello, this is detective- (beat) Oh, hello Mrs Tyne. Yes, yes I understand. Of course. Okay, thank you. Goodbye.

Martin slams the phone down. Matt comes up.

MATT: Bad news?

MARTIN: No autopsy.

MATT: Oh. So, now we....

MARTIN: -Are stuck. In the end, the case is closed until another person dies out there.

MATT: Maybe he did just fall.

Martin opens a folder on his desk.

MARTIN: The six people who died were all of different ages, race, background, yadda, yadda yadda. But I find it hard to believe they all fell down and all broke their necks. Only two autopsies were performed and they concluded a coronary attack as cause of death. A heart attack. If we could determine the same thing with the Tyne kid, we might be able to come to some kind of conclusion.

MATT: Sounds like a whole pile of nothing to me.

MARTIN: You're a quick learner.

There are a few seconds of silence. Martin gets up and puts on his jacket.

MARTIN: Get your jacket.

MATT: Where are we going?

MARTIN: Out to the woods.

MATT: Again? Can I drive this time?

MARTIN: No.

EXT GREENHAM WOODS LUNCHTIME

Gale and Jann head away from their parked car at a small picnic area outside Greenham woods. They walk along a beaten path towards the woods with its tall pine trees and dense bushes.

Soon they are walking through the trees, heading in no particular direction.

JANN: I hope you remember which way we're going, I didn't bring any breadcrumbs.

GALE: Just keeep going in a straight line.

Jann lights up a cigarette.

JANN: Maybe I'll just leave a trail of ash.

GALE: Hey, put that out, you'll start a fire.

JANN: All right, God.

Jann crushes it underfoot.

They keep walking forward.

JANN: So what do you expect to find out here?

GALE: Oh, not much, I just want to visit the site to add detail to the report.

JANN: You're way too thourough. I mean, no offence but Rob proabably won't even use this story, he'll probably just throw it away.

GALE: Yeah, I know. This is his way of tricking me into going on holiday.

JANN: I wish someone would make me go on holiday. You got the paper?

Gale hands her a copy of the local paper.

JANN: (looking at pciture of Martin) Is this the detective?

GALE: Yeah.

JANN: (pointing to Matt in the background) I like his friend.

GALE: Weren't you seeing that guy from the sports section on the third floor?

JANN: (as though she's been caught) No. Never.

GALE: OK, I believe you.

They keep walking.

JANN: You don't get like, bears in the woods do you?

GALE: I don't know. Maybe.

JANN: Because if you do-

Gale stops her.

GALE: Look, yellow tape.

They walk to a strip of police tape tied between two trees. Gale and Jann go around and come to a small patch of dirt next to a steep drop which Rick fell off.

GALE: Hemust have fallen off the top.

JANN: Well deduced, Sherlock. Oh my God, is that blood? Don't touch anything.

GALE: I'm not going to touch anything.

Gale removes a camera.

GALE: Just keep an eye out.

JANN: For what exactly?

GALE: Just do it!

Jann turns and looks back the way they came as Gale takes pictures of the ground and the hill. Gale has her eye to the camera and raises it up to the top of the hill to see Martin and Matt stood up there looking down on them.

MARTIN: What are you doing?

Gale and Jann jump and look up.

GALE: Oh, we were walking along and kinda got lost. Who are you?

Martin and Matt carefully walk down the slope towards the bottom.

MARTIN: No. That's what I'm supposed to ask you.

As they get to the bottom, Gale recognises them.

GALE: Oh, detective O'Connel and detective uhm, Niest.

MARTIN: Hey....you're the voice from this morning, Gale Weathers?

Gale extends her hand.

GALE : Pleased to meet you.

JANN: (to Matt) Are you this guy?

She shows him the picture in the paper.

MATT: Hey, we made the front page.

JANN: No offence but you look nicer in the photograph, did you just undergo some kind of plastic surgery?

MATT: No, I'm just more attractive in photos.

MARTIN: This is all very nice but this is a restricted area. You have to leave, now.

GALE: Can we just ask you some questions.

MARTIN: No, come on, go.

Martin holds Gale and Jann's wrists and leads them away from the site.

GALE: What are you doing back here?

JANN: Hey, you're hurting my arm, I'm very weak-boned. (to Matt) Can you tell your partner to let go of me.

MARTIN: He's not my partner.

MATT: He's kind of my boss.

MARTIN: Kind of?

GALE: Have you drawn any conclusions about how he died?

MARTIN: None that I'd like to discuss at this time.

JANN: Were you perhaps behind this whole 'no smoking' thing?

Martin stops and looks down seeing Jann's cigarette butt. He bends down and picks it up.

MARTIN: What the hell is this?

Jann points to Gale.

GALE: It was her. Smokes like a chimney.

MARTIN: (To Gale) You could have burned down the whole forest!

GALE: I don't smoke. Here, smell my breath.

Gale breathes on him.

MARTIN: I don't want to smell that. I don't care who it was, it's a very serious offence.

JANN: Oh, I see now, you used to smoke didn't you but had to stop when they passed this stupid law?

They all come out of the forest into the small pcinic area.

MATT: (quietly to Jann) He's not normally like this. I almost killed him this morning.

JANN: I can understand that.

MARTIN: Get in your car and drive away.

Martin and Matt head back into the woods.

GALE: We're still on for our interview tonight right?

MARTIN: Go home Miss Weathers. You're a little of of touch.

JANN: Are we allowed to smoke pot? Because I've got some.

MARTIN: Thank you for your cooperation.

Jann and Gale get into the car.

JANN: He's kind of touchy.

GALE: Yeah, I just blew our only source of information.

JANN: Damn. Well, let's just head onto LA.

GALE: You're probably right.

JANN: I am right.

Martin and Matt are heading into the trees again.

MATT: That was different.

MARTIN: Fucking nutcases. I swear to God you can tell outsiders a mile away. They've got no respect for anything or anyone unless it affects them.

MATT: Outsiders.

MARTIN: Yeah, outsiders, you got a problem with that?

MATT: You could have been a little nicer, I mean, the notice board at the town limits doesn't say, 'Greenham welcomes all outsiders' does it?

MARTIN: Like I said, you've got a lot to learn.

They keep walking.

INT WATSON HOUSE AFTERNOON

Helen is opening the front door to an old man and woman who she recognises. She hugs them and lets them come in. She goes to the bottom of the stairs.

HELEN: Tim!! Gramma and Grandad are here!

There is some thumping upstairs as Timothy comes down. He goes into the front room and hugs each of them, KATE and CLARK. They're both about seventy five years old and your typical grandparents. Timothy sits in a chair as Kate and Clark sit down.

KATE: We're so sorry about your friend, Tim.

CLARK: Are you OK?

TIMOTHY: Yeah, I'm fine.

CLARK: We brought you some candy, your mom told us it was your favorite.

They hand over some plastic packets with sweets in. Timothy smiles and takes them.

KATE: How's school?

TIMOTHY: OK. I want to go back pretty soon.

HELEN: You don't have to go back until you're ready, Tim.

CLARK: That's right. You need to rest.

Something starts beeping. Helen looks down to her belt and pushes some buttons on a beeper.

HELEN: Damn it. Uhm, I have to go, there's been a fire at the office.

KATE: Oh my God.

HELEN: No, nothing serious but they need me down there. Will you wait here with-

TIMOTHY: -I don't need a babysitter.

HELEN: No, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to make sure someone was at the house.

CLARK: Yeah, we'll wait here.

Helen grabs her purse and car keys. She kisses Timothy and then heads to the door.

HELEN: I'll try to be as quick as I can.

She leaves the house. An uncomfortable pause passes as Timothy, Clark and Kate sit in silence.

TIMOTHY: I'm going to get a drink.

KATE: No, Tim, wait.

Timothy turns round.