crane up to marian lying wide awake on a convertible sofa next to the street window. we hear voices, motorcycles revving, police sirens, followed by what sounds like gunfire, tires screeching, a cacophony of sounds typical of summer nights in the east village.
marian wakes with a start, consciousness giving way to a sigh of relief.
paula is hanging up her coat and setting down her briefcase, an incredulous expression on her face, looking at .
marian lying awake in bed, the engines of the disciples' harleys deafening .
marian wakes with a start, clutching a hand to her breast.
paula is sitting at the dining table with a plate piled with roast chicken, potatoes, and broccoli in front of her. she has a worried look etched on her face.
marian, lying supine on the convertible sofa bed by the open window, snoring peacefully.
the room is cast in soft ambient light from the street. paula comes into the living room and lies down next to her mother on the sofa bed and rouses her awake. marian swims leadenly back to consciousness.