Kissing Carrion

Whoever it was washed off in the bathroom,

afterwards. We found blood trace

s in the

shower, but no human detritus—

INT. RESTAURANT. DAY.

RAY and his sister, LEEANNE WRAY, are sitting over their dinner.

RAY

—no hairs, no fibers. Like they were just

sponging the blood off a coat made from rubber

or vinyl, one of those plastic, uh—

LEEANNE

—slickers.

(Wry)

Nice dinner conversation, Ray.

RAY

Yeah, I guess. Sorry.

(After a moment)

You, uh . . . hear from—them?

INSERT SHOT: A family PHOTO, posed vaguely like the one in the RIKER home—except that the parents (MR. and MRS. WRAY, LEEANNE and RAY’s father and mother) are barely looking at each other, and neither are looking at the little boy and girl (CHILD RAY and CHILD LEEANNE) posed uncomfortably at their feet.

BACK TO ANGLE ON LEEANNE, who shrugs.

LEEANNE

Not lately. You?

INSERT SHOT: The same PHOTO, CLOSER UP. Only CHILD RAY and CHILD LEEANNE are visible.

BACK TO ANGLE ON RAY, who shakes his head.

LEEANNE

Well.

INSERT SHOT: The same PHOTO, E.C.U. Only CHILD RAY and CHILD LEEANNE’s eyes are visible.

LEEANNE (V.O.)

Not like they ever noticed we were there,

anyway.