[There's a thumping, banging, jerking. Screaming. Oh god the screams are so loud echoing in the morgue. Screams as if someone is being murdered or burned alive. The Italian is frantic, coming out in desperate gasps.]
Perché? Perché Dio?
[Even more frantic movement. The sound of paper tearing.]Why am I alive? God, what have I done to deserve this
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No. No. No.
He knows that voice. He can't listen to the screams. It's impossible. She can't be here. She's dead. She's been dead. She's been gone for seven years and he cannot be hearing this.
His fault. His doing. His sin.
Is this a trick? Is this another inconvenience--no, nightmare forced on him by the city? He won't take the risk. He doesn't reply. He runs to the hospital. As soon as he's near the morgue he calls out.]
Tessa!
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He doesn't deserve to be here with her in this hell. This cold metal hell.]
Francesco?
[She hates the sound of her own voice as it bounces back to her. Weak, and terrified.]
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Keep talking. I'll find you.
[He has to save her. She can't be alone. He stops, listening.]
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Io sono vivo, Francesco.
[She hates saying it. She's alive when she shouldn't be. She should be dead. Dying, something, anything but this.
Is living again such a bad thing?]
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[ Both eyebrows raised... Wow, what even. ]
Your issue is... living?
...Seriously?
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[There's more shifting and the sound of paper tearing.]
I should not be alive. I am supposed to be dead. I died.
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God has nothing to do with this.
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No one knows, yet.
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Is this so common?
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I don't think god's going to answer you, unfortunately.
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