Sarah shuts off the engine.
Thank you, Sarah.
Sarah opens her door and gets out without looking at him. Kyle follows.
He heads up the walk way to the front door, fishing for his keys in his pocket so he can open up.
He goes back to the van and takes several of the bags Sarah offers to him. She picks up another and they head back up the path together.
INT. KYLE'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM.
All of Kyle's luggage is now piled in a corner. Kyle is stood at the front window watching Sarah's van pull away into the night.
The tail-lights grow dimmer and dimmer, and then vanish altogether.
INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - LATER.
Kyle is putting away his clothes, folding them neatly before sliding them into the drawers.
He pulls open one of the bedside table draws and pauses. Setting aside the bundle of socks in his hand, Kyle tales out an old Polaroid photograph of himself and Linda.
They are both making silly faces. It is impossible to tell where it was taken, but Kyle clearly remembers that moment well.
He sits down on the edge of his bed and gazes at it.
But that time has long past.
He takes a breath, returns it to the drawer and slides it closed.
Created: Apr 19, 2012Emma-Conner Document Media