INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT

A group of bags huddled next to the door. Not the go-on-
vacation set, but the clothes-to-coffee-maker moving out
variety. Rob stares at them, his face unreadable, his head
gripped by a big pair Boudokan headphones. We hear what he
is hearing, something foreboding and upbeat at the same time.

LAURA, Rob’s girlfriend, enters the room, and he immediately
pulls the headphones off. She clocks him for a moment, catching
him in what seems to be an old and repeated moment of
nonpresence. She begins to heft the bags, Rob goes to her, a
little tardy for his big goodbye. Laura begins to cry a bit.

LAURA
I don’t really know what I’m doing.

He smiles, and she doesn’t. He adjusts.

ROB
You don’t have to go this second.
You can stay until whenever.

LAURA
We’ve done the hard part now. I
might as well, you know…

ROB
Well stay for tonight, then.

Laura shakes her head, lifts the last small bag, and backs
out the door. A strap catches on a handle and the two of
them wrestle with it a bit, while trying to keep the door
open, until Laura awkwardly disappears from view and the
door shuts behind Rob. He stays right there staring at the
shut door for a long moment, listening to the fading sound
of Laura and her dragging bags.