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PADRAIC enters. The dog, asleep in front of the fire, gives him a cursory glance, then goes back to sleep.
PADRAIC
Colm? The door was open, Colm. Are you..?
No-one there. Musical/esoteric details hang the brightly painted walls. PADRAIC sees the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, the mug of tea beside it, still warm; sees something far-off out the window. He picks up COLM’s telescope from a shelf, looks out window.
POV THROUGH TELESCOPE - Far off, Colm walking away up the hill, already a half mile gone.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
(quietly)
Where the Hell are you heading off to?