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[Sadly, Sami crosses the hall to her own bedroom.]

[She sits down on her bed, head bowed, removing her shoulder bag.]

[She looks behind her at the collage of newspaper clippings and other hexagram-related ephemera tacked into the wall.]

[Leaning forward, she rests her face in her hands.]

Sami: sigh...

[She wipes away a tear.]

Sami: (sniff)

[Looking up, her laptop is on her desk where she left it, the screen darkened.]

[Sami's eyes open wide when she realizes the laptop's power indicator lights are on.]