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Chimney smoking. PADRAIC walks to door, raps on window. No answer. Looks in. No-one home?
PADRAIC
Colm? Are you coming out to the...?
Distantly, across the brow of the hill, he sees COLM striding away, fiddle in hand, dog tagging along with him. *
And PADRAIC sadly realises this is serious.