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The Traveler (Working Title)
When we last left off, we asked the question, “Whatever Happened to Marie?”.
So … shall we see where this shitty first draft of a screenplay I completely forgot I wrote, but accidentally stumbled upon, goes next?
Why not?
EXT. CABIN — NIGHT
Marie approaches the cabin, looking around. The windows are curtained, but she tries to steal a peek inside.
An attractive YOUNG MAN opens the front door, sticks his head out, and silently watches Marie. She turns from the window, sees him, and issues a small “eek” while jumping.
YOUNG MAN
Hi there. Can I help you?
MARIE
I … um, got stranded on the road. My cell phone won’t get a signal. I just wondered if I could use your phone.
YOUNG MAN
And you figured you’d look in my window to see if I had one?
MARIE
I’m sorry. It’s been a strange night. My name is Marie. Could I use your phone?
YOUNG MAN
Sure thing, Marie. My name is Curt. C’mon in.
INT. CABIN — NIGHT
The cabin is sparsely, but comfortably, furnished with an old sofa and thick, fur rug, laid before…
