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1: Zara’s distraught face.

2: Her hands quickly but carefully flip through the pages. They are old and stained but almost entirely blank.
Zara: No… no, no no, what…?

3: Lea stands back to watch, clutching a portfolio of letters to her chest.
Zara: This isn’t right, this is the book, it’s… The number’s right, the author page matches…

4: Zara, tearful.
Zara: Why is it blank?

5: Lea approaches to touch her shoulder as she looms over the book, crying.

6: Zara clutches to her.
Lea: I’m sorry… I’m sorry…
Hon, it could be anything. Faded in the sun? Invisible ink, even…

7: Zara rubs her eyes.
Zara: Fuck… you’re right…
Lea: Pack it up, we’ll figure it out at home.
We can’t stay here any longer…