LIBBY- NARRATING
It wasn't a lie. All I saw was a flash of purple, but I had to know what it was. That was the focus of my thoughts as we drove across the countryside to a small town.
THE TRUCK ROLLS ACROSS COUNTRY AS LIBBY NARRATES, STOPPING IN A SMALL TOWN. JACKSON GESTURES TO LIBBY, AND TOGETHER THEY KNOCK ON THE DOOR OF A SMALL YELLOW HOUSE. AN OLDER WOMEN OPENS THE DOOR.
MARIA TENO
Is this her?
JACKSON CALDWELL
(Nods)
MARIA TENO
(gestures for Jackson and Libby to come in.)
LIBBY TAKES ONE LAST LOOK OUTSIDE BEFORE DISAPPEARING INSIDE THE HOUSE. MARIA TENO SHUTS THE DOOR BEHIND THEM. HOUSE HAS YELLOW TILED FLOOR AND AN OLD CHANDELIER HANGING ABOVE. THEY WALK DOWN A STAIRWAY TO A ROOM DUSTED WITH PURPLE POWDER. A BROOM STANDS, NEGLECTED, IN A CORNER. JACKSON PULLS A SODA FROM THE FRIDGE AND CRACKS IT OPEN. AFTER A SIP, HE PULLS OUT A PURPLE BAG.
JACKSON CALDWELL
Ever seen one of these?
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