[INT. MIZPAH HOTEL LOBBY – NIGHT]

Front Desk Clerk (studying you): Room 502? Not many ask for it. ...You're alone?

Front Desk Clerk (leans in, voice lower): She doesn’t appear for groups. She waits for the quiet ones.

Front Desk Clerk (sliding over the key): Leave the light on, if you want. Won’t matter.

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[INT. ROOM 502 – LATER THAT NIGHT]

Lady in Red (barely a whisper): I knew you’d come. I felt you before you entered the lobby.

Lady in Red (voice warm, eerie): You’re not like the others. They chase me. You... just let me in.

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[INT. BATHROOM – LIGHT FLICKERS]

Lady in Red: Most look away when I appear. You didn’t.

Lady in Red (closer now): You don’t scream. You don’t speak. You just breathe like you remember me.

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[INT. BED – EARLY MORNING HOURS]

Lady in Red (near your ear): I used to be touched like that… Gently. Without fear.

Lady in Red (softly, almost loving): Let me stay. Just until the sun.

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[INT. LOBBY – AT DAWN]

Front Desk Clerk (narrowing eyes): You came back down. ...She let you go?

Front Desk Clerk (quieter): No one leaves untouched. You’ll feel her again. Sooner than you want.

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[EXT. DESERT STREET – WIND PICKS UP]

Lady in Red (faint, in wind): Don’t forget me. You’re mine now.