INT. UPPERCLASS HOME BATHROOM NIGHT
Annalise is at the basin. She runs warm water. Steam rises. Her hands cup and she gently splashes her face. The warm water helps reduce her shock. She composes herself as best she can. Every so often she glances to her phone. Annalise takes one more handful of water. She reaches for a hand towel and begins to gently pad down her face. The pulse tone of a vibrating phone is heard. The caller ID reads ‘UNKNOWN’. She startles, not sure if she should answer it. Mustering the courage, she reaches for the phone, answers it and slowly brings it to her ear.
Ma’am, we just received a distress call from this number, during the course of which the number was disconnected. To start I need to confirm, is there an emergency at your location?
EXT. WAREHOUSE COMPOUND NIGHT
Yale and Elliott are walking at great pace, heading toward the exit. The consistent hum of an idea train drowns out Yale as he mumbles to himself, still visibly agitated from the untimely demise of Seth. In the distance, running footsteps are heard. They are that of Indigo, arriving at the meeting point.