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Again, days on. A DOCTOR covers Clemens Ray with a blanket. Clearly he is dead. The doctor sends off a WARD. A few moments later, as the body is being taken away, THE BELL TOLLS.
As he lays in bed, Solomon's head lolls to one side. He looks toward the WINDOW. The light of the sun flares off the pane. The glass, poorly made, refracts the sunlight and casts off a slight spectrum of color. It dances across Solomon's face. The light in his eyes offering him more pain the solace, but he cannot help but look at it. As he looks toward the light, as his eyes flutter between life and lifelessness...