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Solomon is back in bed. From his moans and cries it is quite plain that a single glass of water was not sufficient to ease his pain by any means. From the noises he makes, Solomon sounds as though he's in a fever dream.
As Solomon reels, THE DOOR TO HIS ROOM OPENS. THREE FIGURES ENTER. Backlit as they are, we cannot discern their features. We can tell only that they are men of decent size. They take hold of Solomon and carry him away, Solomon too weak and feverish to resist. THE DOOR CLOSES RETURNING THE ROOM TO DARKNESS.