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[Andy and Sami stand at the end of High street, which is strewn with wreckage. A cluster of cars is half-buried in rubble and the visible pavement is smeared with what looks like blood.]

[Sami holds a hand up to her face, looking squeamish. Andy, with a solemn expression, puts a hand on her shoulder.]

[A series of tall, thin panels show them traversing through Columbus as the sunk, visible through the dust and smoke, begins to sink towards the horizon.]