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[Hannah speaks over a series of flashback panels.
Panel 1: Hannah looks over her shoulder, taking cash from a wallet in a dim room with a recliner.
Panel 2: Hannah jogs through the parking lot of a bus station, her hair tucked up into a baseball cap.
Panel 3: A shot of Hannah, curled up in a bus seat as the highway lights drift by.]
Brian: (off-panel) They didn't kick you out, did they?
Hannah: No... but things were really bad. Ran for it when the hologram showed up.
[Kurt's expression softens in sympathy, while Brian cocks an eyebrow hesitantly.]
Kurt: Oh, honey...
Brian: When you say really bad... how bad are we talking?
[Hannah's face scrunches up.]
Hannah: ...I can't.
[Her hands are trembling and clenched into fists. Brian pats the arm of her chair.]
Brian: Hey. It's OKAY.
Panel 1: Hannah looks over her shoulder, taking cash from a wallet in a dim room with a recliner.
Panel 2: Hannah jogs through the parking lot of a bus station, her hair tucked up into a baseball cap.
Panel 3: A shot of Hannah, curled up in a bus seat as the highway lights drift by.]
Brian: (off-panel) They didn't kick you out, did they?
Hannah: No... but things were really bad. Ran for it when the hologram showed up.
[Kurt's expression softens in sympathy, while Brian cocks an eyebrow hesitantly.]
Kurt: Oh, honey...
Brian: When you say really bad... how bad are we talking?
[Hannah's face scrunches up.]
Hannah: ...I can't.
[Her hands are trembling and clenched into fists. Brian pats the arm of her chair.]
Brian: Hey. It's OKAY.
