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MICHAEL is sitting on the steps of the first landing. Then, as if from nowhere, HANNA is suddenly standing behind him, in uniform, carrying a box of coal in one hand, a scuttle in the other. She looks tired but not surprised to see him.
HANNA
There are two more buckets
downstairs. You can fill them and
bring them up.
HANNA walks straight past him. For a moment he tenses as if there might be some contact. But she goes by.