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MICHAEL standing in the empty room. It’s eerily silent. He goes to his bookcase. He runs his fingers along the spines, as HANNA once did. He takes out a paperback of the Odyssey. He looks at it a moment, then he starts to read to himself.
MICHAEL
“Sing to me of the Man, Muse, the
man of twists and turns
Driven time and again off course,
once he had plundered
The hallowed heights of Troy...
He sits back.