The Seventh Wave, Episode 27
Episode 27
They are in her Jeep, driving to the sea. It’s stacked with provisions. They won’t need to see anyone for weeks. He tells her something she doesn’t know about him. “I’m a very good cook,” he says. “And I’m a very good driver,” she replies, “so that works out well.”
When they get back to the beach house the large jigsaw puzzle on the living room floor, the half-completed portrait of Manhattan, has been broken up. There are pieces scattered everywhere. It might not be possible to salvage all of them and start again. Also, all the closet doors are open. Anna is badly affected by this: by the obliteration of her painstaking efforts, and by the evidence that someone has been inside the house.
Now Francis tells her about the robberies in the neighborhood. “So many of the houses are empty, it’s easy pickings for thieves in this crazy time.” He takes a breath and tells her also about the old lady who died a few doors down. “Could have been nothing,” he says. “She was old. Probably she just died.”
“And you didn’t lock the house? You knew this and you left it open?”
“We never locked the place,” he said. “Nobody out here ever did. So I forgot.”He doesn’t bring up what is really on his mind. Nothing has been taken. Is it possible the intruders weren't looking for things? Is it possible they were looking for the occupants of the house?
Again the old feeling. Of the world of the imagination crossing the frontier into this world. He shakes his head. It’s probably nothing. Maybe kids looking for shelter from a storm.
Cut.
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