WIFE
No- no, hon- it was an accident-
IRIS
Why aren’t I dead? With them?
The woman is taken back. But then she pulls Iris in.
WIFE
I don’t know. But be grateful you are.
Locked into the woman’s embrace, Iris begins to disassociate, her face becoming an empty stare. HEADLIGHTS BEAM on her as:
EXT. ROAD - MOMENTS LATER
HEADLIGHTS become a FLASHLIGHT as PARAMEDICS inspect Iris’ blank face in the back of an ambulance.
FLASHLIGHT becomes SIREN LIGHTS as Iris emotionlessly watches the BODY BAGS hoisted up from the wreckage and loaded into another ambulance.
SIREN LIGHTS become OVERHEAD FLORESCENCES as...
INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICE - LATER
Iris stares blankly at her DOCTOR’s reassuring look. The Doctor and her PARENTS (50s) frown.
FLORESCENT BULBS become INCANDESCENTs as Iris is loaded into an MRI, buzzing as it snaps pictures of her brain...
EXT. CHURCH - NIGHT
INCANDESCENTS become LED CELL FLASHLIGHT as a REPORTER steals shots of Iris’ swollen face entering the funeral.
INT. CHURCH - NIGHT
LED FLASHLIGHT becomes CANDLELIGHT as four tribute candles are lit. Iris, near catatonic, turns away from the light to see her FRIENDS’ FAMILIES (varied), all STARING AT HER.
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