miranda wakes up with a start. the darkness renders the room almost void of any color. monochromatic. it takes her a moment to orient herself. her eyes wander across the unfamiliar room, feeling like she's being watched. we become aware of a ragged breathing sound. like somebody is standing over her bed. but we don't see anything. miranda gingerly crosses to the door and peeks through the glass partition into the empty corridor. she glances back at the room, stills seeing nothing -- and bangs on the door.
miranda cries softly, unable to sleep. voices trickle in from the corridor outside, wardens on their rounds, a soft moan from another cell, a random scream. she shuts her eyes, repositions herself on her stomach.
miranda gasps for air, drowning in sensory overload.
echoing an earlier scene, we are moving towards her -- her pale skin visible in the dim monochromatic light. miranda flicks a look this way and that, alert. sensing something.