pete sleeps.
pete is eating a sandwich - he is looking much better. claire opens a bag of chips and sets them in front of pete as bill comes in the front door.
pete is sitting perched unsteadily on the very edge of his bed. he hears a succession of highly-amplified sounds at intervals with eerie stretches of silence: crickets in fractured cadence a distant television - a fly buzzing slowly in the room a moth's wings beating against light bulbs in the ceiling fixture - the washing of dishes.
close up on telephone - it starts to ring.
pete enters through the front door. his parents are sitting as if they have been waiting for him.
the clock on the wall reads: 1:30 a.m. the house is completely quiet, except for the refrigerator motor.
the phone rings in the kitchen.