[Sissel runs along the dark road from the first scene, frantically sprinting and panicking with his breathing being sporadic. His nose isn’t bleeding as badly anymore, but he still has it dripping onto his face. He is clearly very tired, barely able to keep running. He eventually collapses onto the ground, on his hands and knees. He’s breathing heavily, verge of tears, then head butts the floor and screams.]

Sissel: [angry] Come on!

[He sits up, gripping his head and taking deep breaths. He gets up onto his feet as Chelsea and Liv come up running behind him.]

Chelsea: [panicking] Sissel!

[The two come up to him, Chelsea and Liv placing their hands on his shoulders and helping him to his feet. Chelsea lets go, although Liv shakes for a second. Her forehead and nose starts to bleed, while Sissel returns to looking fine with his breathing back to normal. Liv backs up a bit, panting.]

Liv: [panting, panicking] Why… did you fucking… head butt the floor?!

Sissel: [panicking] There’s no time, we’re out of time! Come on!

[Sissel starts to run again, Chelsea looking at him then Liv. Liv waves her off, now on the ground.]

Liv: [panting, panicking] I’ll catch… catch up.

[Chelsea breaks into a sprint after Sissel, a few meters away. Sissel continues running, looking at the floor. He hits himself in the head again, looking back up as he runs. He tries to run faster, but trips on his footing and stumbles. He falls onto his knees and skids, making him groan in pain. He picks himself up and pushes forward. He sees, in the distance, a shadow of a person. He stops for a moment, squinting to try and make him out. Behind him runs Chelsea, grabbing him and pushing.]

Chelsea: [panicking] What are you doing, move!

[She runs, carrying Sissel by the hand in that direction. They both move further as the car drives by, Chelsea looking and staring at it in disbelief. Sissel continues running and pulls Chelsea along until he sees Tracey on the ground. He sprints towards her, moving into the road.]

Sissel: [panicking] Tracey!

[He kneels down next to her, holding her. She’s unconscious and bleeding badly at the neck. He holds the wound, trying to keep pressure down.]

Sissel: [panicking] Oh god… Jesus fuck…

[He looks back to see Liv now pulling along Chelsea, both in shock after seeing the body.]

Chelsea: [disbelief] Oh my God.

Sissel: [panicking] Come on!

[Liv quickly moves over as Chelsea stares. She looks to her side and sees the shadowy figure up close, now visibly seen to be someone in the White Rabbit mask. They stare back at Chelsea, then look over to Tracey.]

Sissel: [panicking] Fucking… what do we do?

Liv: [panicking] I don’t know.

Sissel: [panicking] Well we need to fucking do something!

[Chelsea runs over and kneels next to Liv.]

Chelsea: [panicking, disbelief] Um… Christ, um… Liv, hold the pressure down. We’ll try and calm her.

[Chelsea pulls out her phone and checks the signal, finding it non-existent. Sissel moves his hands away as Liv moves hers onto Tracey’s neck.]

Chelsea: [panicking] Shit… no signal.

Sissel: [panicking] What?

Chelsea: [panicking] There’s no signal, I can’t get an ambulance.

Sissel: [panicking] Well we can’t just leave her here!

Chelsea: [panicking, shouting] I’m trying, okay?

Tracey: [weak] What…

[The two look down at Tracey, her eyes barely open and her neck back in place.]

Tracey: [weak] What’s happening…

[Chelsea looks up at Liv, a very small cut on her neck that is growing. She is very slowly shaking, now turning to look at Chelsea.]

Liv: [strained] I’m not holding this forever, you gotta say something now.

[Chelsea and Sissel look at each other, still panicking.]

Tracey: [weak] I can’t see…

[Sissel moves down, looking at Tracey and panicking.]

Sissel: [faux-calm] Tracey? Tracey, it’s me, it’s Sissel.

[Tracey turns her head slightly.]

Tracey: [weak] But… we were just talking…

Sissel: [faux-calm] I know, I know, I’ve just come to help you.

[Chelsea moves down next to Sissel.]

Chelsea: [faux-calm] Me too, and Liv. We’re all here for you Tracey.

[Tracey smiles slightly, Liv pulling away and grabbing her neck in pain. Tracey gasps for a second, the three panicking. Liv takes a deep breath and moves down.]

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Chelsea: [panicking] Tracey, are you still there?

Tracey: [weak, panicking] Yeah, I…

[Sissel looks like he’s starting to cry, taking deep breaths.]

Sissel: [panicking, faux-calm] Hey, don’t worry, we’re gonna get some help.

Tracey: [weak, panicking] Am I dying?

Sissel: [panicking, faux-calm] No, no… you’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be fine.

Tracey: [weak] Sissel… don’t lie to me...

[Sissel looks at Chelsea and Liv. Chelsea nods to him.]

Sissel: [panicking] I… yes, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Tracey: [weak] Don’t be, don’t…

Chelsea: [panicking, faux-calm] Okay, Tracey? Listen to me, okay? We’re gonna stay with you, but we can’t keep you like this forever, you know that.

[Tracey tries to nod, which causes Liv to lose her hand. She grabs her own neck in pain, only putting one hand back on Tracey. The cut on her neck is only slightly larger.]

Tracey: [weak] Can… can you let me go?

Sissel: [upset] W-what do you mean? What do you mean?

Tracey: [weak] If I’m gonna go…

Sissel: [upset] No, not yet. Okay, not yet, please.

Chelsea: [panicking, upset] Sissel, we can’t. We’re killing Liv.

Sissel: [upset] I… I can’t just let her die. We got this far, I can’t…

Tracey: [weak] Sissel…

[Sissel looks down at Tracey.]

Sissel: [upset] I’m sorry, I can’t-

Tracey: [weak] Deep breaths…

[Sissel takes a few deep breaths, his breathing shaking.]

Sissel: [upset] I was so close...

Tracey: [weak] It’s fine… you did what you could… just let me go…

Sissel: [upset, voice shaking] I don’t want you to...

Tracey: [weak] Please… I’m okay… Let Chelsea…

[Sissel gets up slowly, slowly moving back.]

Sissel: [voice shaking] I… I lo…

Tracey: [weak] Me too.

[Sissel moves away more, crying heavier. Chelsea looks at her.]

Chelsea: [panicking] What should I do now?

Tracey: [weak] Keep an eye on him for me… he seems upset…

[Chelsea chuckles a bit, still visibly sad.]

Tracey: [weak] Okay… let me go now…

[Liv pulls away, screaming in pain as she falls back and grips her own neck. Tracey starts gasping and closes her eyes, quickly slowing down. Chelsea stays next to her, holding onto Tracey’s hand.]

Chelsea: [faux-calm] Don’t worry, I’m here. We’re all here. We love you Tracey, so don’t worry, we’re gonna stay with you.

[Tracey eventually starts to stop moving. Her breathing gets very slow and sporadic until eventually stopping. Liv sits up, looking at Tracey’s body. Sissel is looking away. Chelsea swallows some air, wiping her face.]

Chelsea: [upset] Never wanted to see that.

[Sissel turns to face them, seeing the silhouette of the White Rabbit in the background. His face goes from distress to anger, breathing heavily.]

Sissel: [angry, quiet] You could have saved her.

[The Rabbit looks at him, staring. Their voice is distorted, but sounds different and more high pitch.]

Rabbit: [remorse] I did what I could.

[The Rabbit becomes consumed in the reflective form, before eventually falling apart into glass on the floor. Sissel looks down at Chelsea, taking deep breaths and visibly upset. He walks up to the trees at the side of the road, punching one and screaming. He headbutts the tree twice, bleeding again, and grabs it. He rests his head on it and starts crying, bleeding onto the tree. Chelsea gets up and moves over to Sissel.]

Chelsea: Sissel, we have to go.

[Chelsea pulls at Sissel. He resists a bit, holding the tree.]

Chelsea: Sissel, come on.

[Sissel doesn’t let go of the tree. Chelsea moves next to him and holds him.]

Chelsea: [quietly] Sissel, the car. I saw who was driving it, okay? We need to go back.

[Sissel turns to Chelsea, mixed between upset and angry.]

Sissel: [slowly, angry] Who… was driving the car?

[Chelsea swallows air again.]

Chelsea: [quietly] Sissel-

[Sissel grabs onto her arm, getting angrier.]

Sissel: [Angry] Who was driving the car?

[Chelsea takes a deep breath, looking to Liv as she gets back onto her feet properly.]

Chelsea: [slowly] Goldberg. It was Goldberg.

[Sissel slowly nods, Chelsea making eye contact with him. He keeps nodding and punches the tree again, screaming one more time.]