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They come up the road. It is now snowing. MICHAEL stops outside his block, as if nervous she might come in.
MICHAEL
It’s here. I’ll be fine now. Thank
you.
HANNA
Look after yourself.
MICHAEL smiles ‘Thank you’ and goes in. HANNA is left alone. She looks round, frowning, then sets off, stopping uncertainly at the crossroads to check for the way she came. MICHAEL turns and watches, curious at her indecision.