RAY sits at the kitchen table, eating a microwave dinner. WE HEAR the TV in the background.
TV ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
. . . still have no explanation for the complete
lack of witnesses, but maintain that forensic
evidence recovered from the scenes holds a
clue to the mysterious . . .
LATER. RAY lies on the floor, working out, doing flys with a barbell in either hand. The TV is still on.
TV INTERVIEWEE (V.O.)
. . . “estrangement”: A certain—alienation—
from society and the world around them. A
sense of being somehow, somehow . . .
LATER. RAY is in the bathroom, door open. WE HEAR the sound of running water. The TV is still on.
TV PREACHER (V.O.)
. . . ’unseen creatures fill the air, both when
we wake and when we sleep.’ This, my friends,
is much like how the Lord’s invisible but
constant presence . . .
LATER. RAY, hair wet and wrapped in a towel, sits in front of the TV paying bills. He isn’t looking at the screen, but BLUE FLICKERING LIGHT illuminates his face.
TV SPORTS GUY (V.O.)
. . . hoo! Buddy, that’s GOTTA hurt. In
football, meanwhile . . .
A surge of blooper-clip MUSIC. RAY shuts his eyes.
CLICK. BLACK SCREEN.
E.C.U. RAY’s eyes SNAP open.
NEW ANGLE. The WOMAN from the street is standing over him, still wearing her see-through RAINCOAT.
WOMAN
You can SEE me.
RAY
What?
WOMAN