EXT. Writer’s Room – Night
You walk into the pitching room. The lights are turned off, most of the chairs that line the grand mahogany table are pushed in, but a few are haphazardly left askew.
You push one in as you brush the chairs.
It seems everyone has gone home for the night.
You check the review bin but no scripts sit in it.
It seems there’s nothing else to do aside of getting some rest. 🩵
Fin.
There are none here, yet :)
