weir opens his eyes, waking from dream. sweat beads his ascetic, etched face. many years a scientist.
a videophone rings os.
claire stands naked before the bathroom mirror. behind her, the tub steams.
and in the bathroom, she clutches weir's straight-razor.
claire slips into the steaming water.
and the razor bites her skin.
claire floats dead in the red water, eyes open, hair billowing around her head like a halo.
claire floating dead in a bathtub filled with the thick black fluid.