In Memoriam

[Dante looks down at Preston, looking startled by his head on his shoulders.]

[Dante, with his hands on Preston’s shoulders, pushing him to be at arms length. Graham looks at him with an eyebrow raised.]

Dante: Ah! Preston! Are you okay?

Preston rubs at his shoulder, looking away: Hhh….something…..I…

Preston: remembered…something….

[Dante is shocked]

Dante: Y…You… remembered something?

[Shot over the shoulder of Dante and Graham, looking down at Preston’s hands which clearly ball up into fists close to his chest.]

Graham: < Should we go back inside? >

Graham: < He seems pretty distressed. >