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[A shot of Lauren's boots. Her rucksack falls to the ground next to her with a thud. The ground she's standing on is grayish, and patched with a wavy stripe of tar, like blacktop ashphalt.]


[A closeup on an open pack of cigarettes. Inside are three cigarettes and a lighter.]

[Lauren frowns slightly, looking down at her dwindling supply.]

Lauren: (sigh...)

[She lights one.]

[Holding the cigarette in her mouth, she unfurls a large map, looking appraisingly down at it. A breeze picks up the locks of her long front bangs. The background, now in clearer focus, reveals Lauren is standing on a rooftop somewhere.]