A woman in her 30s wearing a long white dress. With a dog.
They are walking along the beach. It is a glorious summer day. Children play and splash around.
We hear a phone ringing. It's her phone. She looks at the screen annoyed.
"Peter, for the last time!" - "Mary, they have found her!"
A woman in her 30s wearing smart civic clothing.
A woman in her 30s wearing smart city clothing. She just grabbed a takeaway coffee and is now
stepping outside into a busy city street. Suddenly, a buzz. A ring.
She looks annoyed, fumbles with the free hand and pulls a mobile phone from inside her bag.
She looks at the screen annoyed. "Peter, I told you that I don't want to..."
"Mary! It's about your sister! They've found her!"
We are in a call center. A dozen people wearing headphones with mic. Busy, busy office environment.
We zoom onto a woman in her 30s wearing a polo tshirt with a logo in the front. She's taking a new call.
"V.I.C.E. International. My name is Mary. How can I help you today?" "Mary, it's me!"
"Peter! If you call me one more time..." "Mary, they have found the body..."
The back of a woman who is walking alone on a dark street. It's night. It's raining.
The woman looks uneasy. She's almost running. From her handbag, a ring.
She pulls out a mobile phone, looks at the screen and decides not to answer. The phone rings again.
"Hello?" - "Bloody hell, Mary. Can you please stop writing me dead in your story?"