Interior: The living room (12:00 A.M., Sunday, October 1st.)
Rayne sits on her slightly tattered forest green couch (a cup of her favorite tea, on the Chestnut nightstand beside her). As the television flickers, in the dimly lit room, the last bits of steam escape the mug of Lavender milk tea, and she smiles as she watches the latest episode of her favorite show.
As the screen changes to a commercial, Rayne grabs her tea and takes a few sips (not really paying much attention to what's on the screen). Commercials weren't something she normally paid much attention to anyway. That is, until she thinks she hears…
Rayne's eyes quickly look at the screen, unsure of what she heard and feeling slightly uneasy.
'No. There's no way I heard my name. I must be imagining things,' Rayne thinks, as she shakes her head.
The commercial, for some kind of cleaning product, continues on like normal and another couple play, before going back to the show.
A couple hours later, (her tea and show having long since been finished), she leaves her living room and heads down the hall to her bedroom. Once there, she gets ready for bed and, after a few minutes, falls asleep.
Transmission ended.
