Their reflection is — and smiling when Jordan isn’t.
Jordan opens a local terminal. Pastes the script.
Jordan picks up.
Jordan freezes. INT. GHOST ROOM - LATER
“You read the script. Now the script reads you. How many times have you been here before?” -MOI- Blair Script -PASTEBIN 2025- -GHOST ROOM-...
No response. “This isn’t possible…” The rotary phone rings.
The script’s header reads:
RAIN pounds against a cracked window. JORDAN (20s, digital archivist, tired) sits in front of a blinking terminal.