INT. HANNAH’S BEDROOM – DAY
HANNAH is sitting at her desk, watching something on her laptop. She appears calm. Suddenly the door flies open and ANXIETY strides in, smoking a cigarette.
Heard you missed me, well I’m back.
Anxiety, no! What are you doing here?
I heard you, Hannah. I heard you telling everyone you were fine. You said you were feeling good. What were you thinking, Hannah?
Anxiety stubs its cigarette out on the carpet and climbs into Hannah’s brain through her right ear.
I was feeling good.
Why, Hannah? How could you be feeling good? Have you forgotten about the thing?
Oh, ho ho, I’m not going to tell you, Hannah. That’s no fun. But there’s definitely a thing. You know, that thing you should be very worried about. I couldn’t let you forget, Hannah, that would be very careless of me.
But I don’t know what I’m supposed to be anxious about! Please, there’s been so much going on in my brain lately, I just need some down time...
INT. INSIDE HANNAH’S BRAIN
But the thing, Hannah. The thing!
Anxiety finds the accelerator that controls Hannah’s heart rate and pumps it twice.
Don’t worry, Hannah. I won’t let you relax when there’s so much you need to worry about.
Anxiety falls asleep with its foot on the accelerator.
INT. HANNAH’S BEDROOM
Hannah sits, gripping the arms of her chair. She has no idea why. This closing shot lasts for five hours.