Cast: 

BEA 

HENRY 

GRANDMOTHER

​

 

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING  

The clock by the bed reads 11:52AM. BEA (late 20s) awakes to  her boyfriend, HENRY (late 20s), handing her a ringing phone. 

​

HENRY 

(softly) 

It’s your g- 

 

BEA 

(curtly) 

I know.  

 

Bea slips out of bed with her phone to her ear, walking to  the kitchen. 

 

BEA 

Hi Grandma. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Bea sweetheart, how are you? How  

was your- 

 

She glances at a closed ring box on the kitchen counter. 

 

BEA 

I don’t want to talk about it,  

Gram. I don’t know anything  

anymore. 

(blankly) 

I - I gotta let you go, alright?  

I love you forever. Talk soon. 

 

Bea hangs up the phone. She curls up into a ball in the  corner of the kitchen and closes her eyes. 

 

The life her and Henry built together at the apartment -  different photos, trinkets, and memories - surround her as  she tries to block out the world. 

 

CUT TO: 

INT. KITCHEN - LATER  

Bea wakes up to her phone ringing once more, this time at  exactly 2:53PM. She stares at the wall, eyes unfocused, and  almost seems to expect the call. She doesn’t make any move to  answer the phone and instead just lets it ring. 

 

HENRY 

What was that? 

 

BEA 

My grandmother died. Shower  

accident. 

 

HENRY 

(cautiously) 

I’m - I’m so sorry, Bea. God,  

that’s awful.

​

He takes a step towards the couch, as if to comfort her, but retracts just as quick. 

 

HENRY (CONT’D) 

About last night, I- 

 

BEA 

Don’t. I don’t - I can’t do that  

right now, Henry. Please.  

 

HENRY 

Alright.

​

Bea goes to bed alone.  

 

CUT TO: 

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING  

The clock by the bed reads 11:52AM. Bea awakes to her  boyfriend, Henry, handing her a ringing phone. 

 

HENRY 

(softly) 

It’s your grandmother. 

 

Bea wordlessly takes the phone from him. She sighs and  answers the call. 

 

CUT TO: 

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING  

The clock by the bed reads 11:52AM. Bea awakes to Henry  handing her a ringing phone. 

 

HENRY 

(softly) 

It’s your grandmother. 

 

She takes the phone from him silently and maneuvers to the  kitchen once more. 

 

BEA

Hi Gram. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Bea sweetheart, how are you? How  

was your... Your night? Did  

anything... 

 

Bea is quiet this time, walking into the bathroom with her  phone cradled on her shoulder, choosing to ignore her  grandmother’s question. 

 

BEA 

How was your night? 

​

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Oh. Oh no, Bea. I... You can tell  

me anything, you know that,  

right? 

 

She pauses at her face in the mirror; Bea is bedraggled. Her  eyes appear lifeless and her face looks sunken. 

 

BEA 

Do you - do you think about  

death? 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Good Lord. Why do you ask? You’re  

not - you’re safe, right? 

 

BEA 

(swallows) 

Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m just... 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

I don’t think too much about that  

whole thing. 

 

BEA 

No?

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

No, not really. I’ll die when I  

die.

(chuckles) 

Should I be thinking about death? 

 

Bea hesitates, blinking into the mirror. 

 

Montage of Bea attempting to save her grandmother’s life. - Bea sending 911 to her grandmother’s house 

- Bea demanding her grandmother not to shower 

- Bea attempting to drive to her house to save her in  time- Bea staying on the phone while her grandmother showers  - Bea calling her and telling her she’s going to die  - Bea insisting she needs her grandmother immediately  because of an emergency, staying on the phone with her  grandmother while she gets in the car, and eventually gets  into an accident 

 

Regardless, Bea receives word that her grandmother has died every time at 2:53PM. 

​

BEA 

(swallowing) 

No. No, it’s okay. I’m sorry. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

I do wonder what will happen  

after, yes, but not for myself. 

If it were up to me, I’d be  

partying with Elvis, but whatever  

happens isn’t up to me, hon. But  

I think about what will happen to  

you. Without me. Especially with  

your mother 

 

Bea clutches her wrist to her wavering lips. 

 

BEA 

I have to go, Gram.  

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Alright, honey. I should get  

going too. I love you, Bea. See  

you soon. 

 

The line goes dead. 

 

She clutches the phone to her chest, letting the silent tears flow down her cheeks. In a split decision, she locks the door and begins scrambling through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, pulling pill bottle after pill bottle out. Bea fights with the protective lock and knocks back handfuls, gasping sobs escaping her body. 

​

Henry frantically pounds on the bathroom door. 

 

HENRY 

BEA? Bea, what’s going on? Talk  

to me, Bea.  

 

Bea crumples to the floor against the door, fading to black.

 

CUT TO: 

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING  

The clock by the bed reads 11:52AM. Bea awakes to Henry  handing her a ringing phone. 

 

HENRY 

(softly) 

It’s your grandmother. 

 

Bea subtly touches her pulse, breathing heavily. She  wordlessly takes the phone and heads to the kitchen. 

 

BEA

Hi, Gram. 

 

While her grandmother talks, Bea’s shoulders are slumped,  head downturned. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Bea sweetheart, how are you? How  

was your... Your night? Did  

anything... 

​

BEA 

(shaking) 

I’m trapped in a nightmare. I  

tried to... I almost... But then  

I woke up, I always wake up, I- I  

don’t know why I did it, I don’t  

know, and I didn’t answer his  

proposal and I don’t know why, I  

don’t know anything anymore, I  

don’t know anything. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

It’ll be alright. Everything  

works itself out eventually. 

 

BEA 

How- how can you be so sure? Life  

feels impossible. I’m in a- I  

mean, life feels like I’m in a  

loop and I have no idea how to  

solve it. What to do to get out  

of it. And I want to, I realize  

that now. I want to get out. I  

want to get out of it so bad. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Life isn’t something you can  

solve. 

 

BEA 

You have it solved, though! You  

had a long, happy marriage and  

kids and grandkids and you just  

kept going forward. How am I  

supposed to do that? 

 

Her grandmother laughs. 

​

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

I have life solved? Honey Bea, no  

one has life solved. You know,  

the first time your grandfather  

proposed, I told him to ask me in  

a year, presuming he didn’t piss  

me off. 

​

BEA 

What?

 

Bea begins to make herself a coffee, shoulders less slouched. Out of habit, she makes Henry a cup too. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

And a few years down the line,  

after your mother was born, I  

stormed right out on him. Took  

your mom with me. He was furious. 

 

BEA 

I never knew that. Why didn’t you  

tell me? 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

It’s not important now. Like you  

said, I just kept moving forward. 

(beat) 

When I decided to be with your  

grandfather, I realized how silly  

everything was. It’s very easy to  

overcomplicate that sort of  

thing. 

 

Henry enters the kitchen and notices the cup of coffee Bea  made for him on the counter, just the way he likes it. Bea  watches him take a sip, eyes closed and body shifted away  from her. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (CONT’D) 

Is that Henry? Oh, tell him I say  

hello. And Bea? 

 

BEA

Hm? 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Talk to him about the proposal.  

For both of your sakes’. 

 

She hangs up the phone, leaving Bea in silence with Henry. 

 

Bea sits on the floor sipping her coffee and eventually Henry joins her. The stillness and sipping grows awkward. They barely touch, just shirt sleeves and thighs. 

 

BEA 

(looking into her coffee) 

Hi.

(beat) 

Why’d you propose? 

 

HENRY 

(sardonically) 

Why’d I- why does anyone propose,  

Bea? 

 

BEA 

I don’t know, it’s just a  

question. 

 

HENRY 

Well, it’s because I love you.  

You know, the reason most people  

propose. 

 

BEA

But why? 

 

HENRY 

(frustrated) 

Why do I love you? 

 

He jumps up to his feet, splashing some of his coffee. 

 

HENRY (CONT’D) 

Sometimes you’re so...  so... 

 

BEA 

What? I’m what? 

 

They’re in each other’s faces now. 

 

HENRY 

FRUSTRATING! You’re frustrating,  

Bea! Why do I need a why? Why  

can’t I just be in love with you  

because? 

 

They are yelling and huffing angry breaths. 

 

BEA 

It doesn’t work like that, Henry.  

You can’t just jump into  

something without knowing the  

why. Everything has consequences  

and God, how do you not get that?  

I mean, if you can’t even think  

of why you proposed to me, how  

are we supposed to last longer  

than 

 

HENRY 

I proposed to you because I saw  

you slip on that fucking  

nightgown you’ve had since we met  

in college. I proposed to you  

because I saw you getting into  

your pajamas in our room in our  

apartment. I realized that I  

wanted to see you getting into  

your pajamas at the beginning of  

every night and I wanted to wake  

up with you next to me every  

morning. 

 

Bea falters, her chest heaving up and down, a crack in her  expression. 

 

HENRY (CONT’D) 

And this is not just a spur of  

the moment thing, Bea. The ring’s  

been sitting in my goddamn drawer  

wrapped in those fucking smiley  

face socks you bought me that I  

never wear! For weeks! I just  

couldn’t decide when or how to do  

it, but I realized when you love  

someone, that part really doesn’t  

matter, does it? 

 

They look at each other with flames behind their eyes,  

Henry’s hands trembling. Bea takes a shaky breath and breaks  down. Absolutely sobbing, she crumples into his outstretched  arms while he rocks her, shushing into her hair. 

 

BEA 

(hiccuping) 

My grandmother died. She- she  

dies every day. She’s going to  

die within the next few hours.  

You wake me up, h-handing me my  

phone. I don’t know what’s  

happening, I just keep reliving  

and reliving. Every day, 2:53PM,  

that goddamn phone call. That’s  

how I find out. I don’t know what  

t-to do. I’m living in a time  

loop, I know it’s not possible,  

not real, not reality, and I feel  

like I’m going batshit and I-I-I  

just keep crying and sitting and  

I feel so fucking lonely and I  

don’t know why I didn’t respond  

to you, I... I... 

 

She clutches him for dear life, like if she lets go he’ll  disappear. 

 

HENRY 

Shh. Shh, my Bea, it’s going to  

be okay. It’s okay. 

Bea lifts her head. 

 

BEA 

(cries out) 

How? How is any of this okay? I  

just told you I’m a walking  

groundhog day and you just say  

it’s okay? I’m fucking insane, I 

 

HENRY 

If you say you’re reliving the  

same day, then I believe you. 

 

Silence. 

 

BEA 

Henry - I am living the same day  

over and over and over. It isn’t  

possible. Every day when you wake  

me up, I just stare at you and  

wonder if you’re going to say  

something other than “It’s your  

grandmother” with the goddamn  

phone in my face but it’s always 

the same. I’m just reliving.  

Always. Every. Single. Day. 

 

HENRY 

We will figure this out. 

 

She takes a step back and pushes his chest with both hands. 

 

BEA (CONT’D) 

Why do you believe me? I’m losing  

my fucking mind, Henry. I’m  

losing my fucking mind, and  

you’re just okay with that? I  

don’t deserve your understanding,  

I don’t-

 

HENRY 

What did the other mes say? In  

those other realities? What’d I  

say when you told me about this? 

 

BEA 

(quietly) 

I haven’t. 

 

Henry takes a step closer to Bea, tentative, as if she were a  scared animal. 

 

BEA (CONT’D) 

I haven’t told you before. This  

is the first time. 

(beat) 

I tried to stop it, end the loop.  

Yesterday. Today. It’s all the  

same. But I attempted and instead  

of just... y’know, I woke up to  

you next to me like it’d never  

happened. And I’m glad it didn’t  

work, I am, but it just feels  

like nothing I do can get me out  

of this- this- this- 

 

They’re silent, breath on skin, fingertips itching to reach. 

 

HENRY 

Give me your phone. 

 

BEA

Huh? 

​

She just blinks up at him. 

 

HENRY 

You said you get the call  

sometime around two? 

 

Bea nods. 

 

HENRY (CONT’D) 

(holding his hand to her) 

C’mon. Leave the phone. Let’s get  out of here. 

​

BEA 

I haven’t... I haven’t showered  

this morning, and we haven’t  

changed, I’m still in my nightgo 

 

HENRY 

If this is a time loop, nothing  

we do matters, then. Everything  

will just reset. 

 

BEA  

Nothing I do matters. But it’s  

not a time loop for you. This  

reality matters to you, to your  

life. Whatever you do here  

actually has an effect on your  

tomorrow. 

 

HENRY 

The only thing that matters to  

me, right now, is that I did  

everything I could to make things  

okay. My tomorrow in any reality  

doesn’t exist without you, Bea.  

 

BEA 

God, Henry. You’re killing me. 

 

Henry, wearing flannel pajama bottoms and Bea, wearing that silk nightgown, head into the city. Henry cautiously links fingers with her and leads them outside. 

 

CUT TO: 

Montage of Bea and Henry acting as a couple for the first  time in many time loops. 

- Riding on the train 

- Playing with each other’s hands 

- Walking through a park, laughing 

- Listening to live music on the street 

- Eating different street foods 

- Poking around different shops 

 

They do whatever they want because, in their reality, nothing  matters. 

 

CUT TO: 

INT. TRAIN - NIGHT  

Colors whip by as they sit side-by-side on the train headed  home. The windows appear blurry, hazy nightlife surrounding  them. Bea’s head rests on Henry’s shoulder, their intertwined hands twisting. 

 

BEA 

What would you do if you were  

reliving the same day? 

​

HENRY 

(beat) 

Do I get to pick the day? 

 

Bea jokingly punches his shoulder. 

 

BEA 

(laughing) 

Just answer the question. 

 

HENRY 

Well, I’d choose the day after we  

first moved in together. 

 

BEA 

Hmm, interesting. Explain. 

 

HENRY 

I mean, we made breakfast  

together from the four  

ingredients we had in the fridge,  

sat on our floor-mattress,  

watched movies from my laptop  

because we didn’t have the TV  

yet, and we just laid and talked.  

I think I’d wanna do that. I  

don’t know, I guess I’ve just...  

never felt happier. 

 

Bea recalls this day vaguely as he describes it. 

 

BEA 

(teasing) 

You’re just trying to con me into  

saying yes.  

 

Bea wiggles her ring finger in front of his face. 

 

HENRY 

(smirks) 

Thought I’d give it a try. 

(beat) 

But seriously though, I’d relive  

that day. I mean, I wouldn’t  

always enjoy it. Y’know, it’d get  

exhausting. Just living the  

perfect day over and over and  

over.  

 

BEA

Yeah.  

 

HENRY 

I’d wanna fight. Have bad days  with you, have better days with  you.  

​

Bea wraps her arm around his and snuggles into his chest. 

 

BEA 

This is the first day in a lot of  

the same days that I finally  

feel... 

 

HENRY

Yeah.  

​

She swallows. 

 

BEA 

I feel guilty. That I feel happy. 

 

HENRY 

It’s okay to be happy. Even when  

you feel like you’re not allowed. 

 

The rest of the train ride is silent. They people watch,  breathing in sync, and grasp at each other’s hands. 

The train comes to a stop and they get off, walking side-by side as Henry finagles the key into the apartment. 

 

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT  

Bea bites her lip, slipping off her shoes and sliding into  their bed. Henry strips off his shirt and joins, facing her  on the other side. Their noses nearly brush and Bea reaches  to brush the hair out of Henry’s face. 

 

BEA 

(whispers) 

You’re not going to remember  

this. 

 

HENRY 

Maybe I will.  

 

BEA 

You won’t. 

 

HENRY 

But you will. 

 

BEA 

(swallows) 

I will. 

 

Henry lays a lingering kiss on Bea’s forehead and she lets a  tear escape down her cheek. 

 

They sit in silence as they slowly drift into sleep.

 

CUT TO: 

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING 10 The clock by the bed reads 11:52AM. Bea awakes to Henry  handing her a ringing phone. 

 

HENRY 

(softly) 

It’s your grandmother. 

 

Bea’s lip wavers and she chokes back a sob, letting the phone ring in front of her while held by Henry. Finally she takes the phone on the last ring, answering the call. 

 

BEA 

(shakily) 

Hi Gram. 

 

Henry closes his eyes again as Bea moves off of the bed. She stands in the doorway watching him fall back asleep. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Bea sweetheart, how are you? How  

was your... Your night? Did  

anything... 

 

BEA 

I had a great night, Gram. It  

was- it was the happiest I’ve  

been in a long time. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Did Henry, uh... 

 

BEA 

I- I didn’t answer him. I don’t  

know why, I just... and I know he  

loves me, I do... 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Oh. Oh, Bea, I’m sorry. Oh, that  

poor boy was so nervous when he  

spoke with me about it. 

 

BEA 

He told you about the proposal? 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Of course he did. He asked me if  

he had my blessing. He said he  

knew how important I was to you  

and wanted my okay. 

 

BEA

Really? 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Well, with your mother not really  

in the picture, I guess he wanted  

someone’s approval. Not that he  

needs it, which I told him, but  

it seemed important to him. 

 

BEA 

He’s never told me he spoke with  

you. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

We don’t need to talk about Henry  

if it’s a sore subject right now,  

Sweet Bea. You don’t need to know  

your answer if you’re not ready  

to give one. 

 

BEA 

God.(beat) 

I’m afraid I rely on other people  

too much. Like you and Henry. 

 

Silence on the other end. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

When your mother left, you were  

so strong. 

 

BEA 

I didn’t have an option. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Yes, you did. You always have an  

option. Bea, you were so young,  

but you were so strong. You’re  

allowed to have support, to have  

someone you love to lean on when  

you need it. That doesn’t make  

you weak. 

 

BEA 

You’re gonna leave me, Gram. The the day’s gonna come and you’re gonna leave me, just like she  

did, just like he eventually  

will. I don’t know how much more  

I can take. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

Bea, I’ll never leave you. Even  

when I’m dead, I’m not really  

gone. Love, real love, doesn’t  

stop. It just manifests itself in  

different ways. 

(beat) 

And that boy truly loves you.

Don’t focus on the past when the  

present feels scary. 

 

Henry enters, grabbing the coffee that Bea left on the  

counter for him, and sits at the table, scrolling on his  phone, glancing at her sideways.  

​

BEA 

(tearfully) 

Gram, I have to go, okay? I love  

you.  

 

GRANDMOTHER (O.S.) 

I love you too, sweet Bea. 

 

Bea shakily ends the call, lip trembling, and looks up at  Henry, scooting closer to his chair. She rests her forehead  on his leg, his fingers combing through her hair slowly. 

 

BEA 

Do you remember the day after we  

moved here? 

 

HENRY 

Uh - yeah, yes. We made terrible  

omelets and watched movies,  

right? 

(beat)  

We didn’t have a bed frame yet.  

Or a sofa.  

 

BEA 

Can... Can we...? 

 

Henry glances at the ring open on the counter behind Bea, He  looks back at her and stands, wordlessly holding out his hand to her. 

 

CUT TO: 

Montage of Bea and Henry “reliving” the day that Henry had  claimed he’d choose to relive.  

- Making crappy omelets 

- Watching movies with popcorn 

- Cuddling with each other 

- Teasing each other with tears of laughter rolling down  their cheeks 

 

The ring stays on the kitchen counter, untouched. Night rolls  around and they are sitting in the living room, Bea’s head on Henry’s lap. 

 

BEA 

I don’t expect you to believe me.  

You don’t have to, but I feel  

like I owe it to you. 

 

HENRY

Okay... 

 

BEA 

I’m living in a time loop. 

 

HENRY 

(raises eyebrows) 

Oh, yeah? 

 

BEA 

(quietly) 

I’m serious. I know it sounds  

stupid and made up, but last time I told you, you believed me and it felt nice. Nice knowing that  

someone else knew. 

 

HENRY 

So how long have you been in this  loop? 

 

BEA 

I lost track sometime a month in. I’m probably around ninety days now. I think I could answer  

nearly all of today’s Jeopardy 

questions at this point. 

 

HENRY 

Jesus, Bea. Why aren’t you, I  

don’t know, out winning the  

lottery or something? Have you  

tried to stop it? I don’t know,  

get out? 

 

BEA 

I tried one time, I guess. To  

leave. But it’s... hard.  

​

A pensive pause. 

 

HENRY 

(softly) 

Do you ever answer me? 

(beat) 

About the proposal? 

 

Bea turns her head to face him. 

 

BEA 

I don’t want to talk about this.  

 

HENRY 

Why? Tell me. Tell me what you’re thinking.  

 

Bea sits up, crossing her legs and looking at Henry. 

 

BEA 

I just need time. To think. 

 

HENRY 

Talk to me. Think with me. 

​

Bea begins to step off the couch, heading towards the door. 

​

BEA

Don’t. 

​

Henry gets up to follow her and she takes off into the night.  He follows her with a handful of paces between them. 

 

HENRY 

You always do this, Bea. You run  

from things. You’re going to have  

to deal with this shit at some  

point. 

 

BEA 

(halts) 

Do not tell me what I do or don’t  

do.  

 

HENRY 

The proposal conversation,  

getting out of this time loop  

thing, if it’s real 

 

BEA 

I knew you didn’t believe me. I  

knew it. 

 

HENRY 

I don’t know, it’s just... Bea,  

you live in the past so much, I  

think you’ve always lived in a  

sort of time loop. You like being  

stuck - when you’re stuck, you  

don’t have to deal with change. 

 

Bea is crying hot, angry tears. Cars rush by them, light from  the city dancing on their skin. Silence engulfs the pair. 

 

BEA

No. No, no, no.

 

HENRY 

(regretful) 

I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Bea. I  didn’t 

 

Henry takes a step closer, reaching for Bea but she shoves  him against his chest. He falters, nearly stumbling into  traffic. There’s a considerable space between the two now. 

 

BEA 

No, I will not marry you, Henry.  

(beat) 

Please leave.  

 

HENRY

I-

 

BEA 

Stay at a friends’ house tonight.  

Your parents’ house. I don’t care  

where you go, but don’t you dare 

follow me home. 

(beat) 

Goodnight, Henry. 

 

Bea turns her back to him and storms back to the apartment,  leaving Henry in the city alone. 

 

CUT TO: 

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING  

The clock by the bed reads 11:52AM. Bea awakes to Henry  handing her a ringing phone. 

 

HENRY 

(softly) 

It’s your grandmother. 

 

Bea wordlessly takes the phone and leaves. 

 

CUT TO: 

Montage of Bea waking up in the time loop over and over and  over again, just going through the motions. She’s living in a shell of herself, unable to face Henry or her grandmother’s  death. 

 

At night, days after this cycle, Bea finds herself in the  bathroom again, staring into the mirror. She glances at the  pills, turns them over in her hand, and puts them back in the  cabinet. She climbs into bed where Henry is already asleep  and just stares at him. 

 

BEA 

(whispers) 

I don’t feel stuck when I’m with  

you and that is fucking  

terrifying.  

 

CUT TO: 

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING  

The clock by the bed reads 11:52AM. Bea awakes to Henry  handing her a ringing phone. 

 

19.

HENRY 

(softly) 

It’s your grandmother. 

 

The ringing persists. Bea just stares at the phone, then back at Henry. 

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HENRY (CONT’D)

Bea? 

 

BEA 

It’s okay, just go back to bed.  

I- (beat) 

I’ll call her back tomorrow. 

 

Bea sends the phone to voicemail for the first time. 

 

She waits for Henry to fall back asleep and then skitters to  the kitchen. As she inspects the ring left in the box on the  counter, the voicemail her grandmother left her plays in the  background. She’s crying softly, letting the tears run over  her cheeks. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (V.O.) 

Hi honey, just calling to see how  

your night was. I was just  

curious if anything exciting  

happened. But regardless... I’m  

just so proud of you, and give  

your Henry all my love.  

 

Bea puts the ring on her finger and holds it up to the light. 

 

GRANDMOTHER (CONT’D) 

I love you, sweet Bea. Alright,  

I’ll see you soon. Call me back  

when you get a chance. Buh-bye. 

 

As the voicemail reaches the end, Bea has reentered the  bedroom and kneels beside Henry on the bed. She raises the  small ring box to his eye level, trembling, when Henry’s eyes  blink open. Henry gazes at her with uncertainty while Bea  looks at him with a soft smile and a raised eyebrow. The pair stares at each other in a comfortable silence. 

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THE END.