INT. BUS - DAY.
The bus door slides open with a HISS. Several passengers climb aboard.
SARAH, early twenties, eyes them warily as they take their seats. She clutches her duffle bag to herself as though afraid one of them might suddenly lunge forward and try to grab it off her. Her demeanor is like that of a stray cat - stand offish and feral.
The bus pulls away.
Satisfied, Sarah settles back into her seat but does not relax her hold on the duffle bag.
EXT. STREET - DAY.
Sarah is walking past a dilapidated park. One of the swing seats has been ripped clean off and discarded in the grass nearby. Broken beer bottles litter the ground.
Not surprisingly, there are no children anywhere in sight.
Sarah keeps her gaze fixed to the ground until she is absolutely certain she is clear of the park. Then she allows herself a backward glance.
She grimaces. Bad memories.
She turns away and keeps walking.
EXT. STREET - LATER.
Sarah is lingering on the sidewalk outside a house. She clutches the shoulder strap of her duffle bag nervously, glancing up and down the street. She looks prepared to bolt at any second.
The house she is standing outside isn’t in the best condition, but isn’t too bad either - mostly it needs a repaint and the yard needs tending.
This is the case with most of the other houses on the block.
Sarah appears at last to come to a decision. She puts a shaking hand on the gate and pushes it open. Holding her head up, she strides down the short path to the front door. Her facial expression betrays that her confidence is entirely feigned.
She KNOCKS on the door, steps...