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[On the floor of the main room, curled up as if to protect herself from oncoming blows, lies CALLIE PAX.
Slowly, she raises her head, taking in her surroundings, realizing she is no longer in the park. She takes a deep breath and flinches at the pain in her ribs.]
Where the fuck --
[Gingerly, she gets to her feet. She is dressed for a night on the town, though her clothes are torn in places and a little dirty. She is bruised and frightened and utterly confused.]
Sara? Sara, are you -- fuck, are you okay? Can you hear me? Where are you?
Typist: Callie Pax, from Diana Son's play Stop Kiss.
Slowly, she raises her head, taking in her surroundings, realizing she is no longer in the park. She takes a deep breath and flinches at the pain in her ribs.]
Where the fuck --
[Gingerly, she gets to her feet. She is dressed for a night on the town, though her clothes are torn in places and a little dirty. She is bruised and frightened and utterly confused.]
Sara? Sara, are you -- fuck, are you okay? Can you hear me? Where are you?
Typist: Callie Pax, from Diana Son's play Stop Kiss.