CAT
Mother Immaculata?

MOTHER IMMACULATA
Yes Catherine?

CAT
I’m a little worried about Annabelle and Miss Bradley.

SIMONE’S BEDROOM

Annabelle is asleep in Simone’s arms. Simone wakes, smiling, and gently brushes a strand of hair from Annabelle’s face. Annabelle stirs in her arms, nuzzling into Simone’s neck. Simone smiles until she sees the clock -” it is blinking 12:13.

SIMONE
Annabelle. Annabelle, wake up.

Annabelle wakes, yawning.

ANNABELLE
What? What is it?

SIMONE
Get up quickly. Shit. Fuck.

DINING ROOM

MOTHER IMMACULATA
Are you quite sure that you understand the severity of what you are suggesting, Catherine?

CAT
I just, I didn’t know who else to talk to about this. I mean, I just feel so uncomfortable about it.

MOTHER IMMACULATA
Thank you Catherine. You should go back to your meal now. I will look into this.

SIMONE’S ROOM

Simone hurriedly zips her jeans as Annabelle, now dressed, pauses at the door.

SIMONE
Go! Someone will be looking for you.

Annabelle gives Simone a half-smile and leaves, shutting the door behind her. She slips into her room just as Mother Immaculata’s shadow reaches the end of the hallway.

Mother Immaculata’s hand twists a doorknob and pushes the door open to:
ANNABELLE’S ROOM

The door swings open and Mother Immaculata enters. Annabelle is face down, under the covers, her slip hanging off of the edge of the bed.

MOTHER IMMACULATA
Annabelle Tillman get up this instant!

Annabelle groans and pulls the pillow over her head. Mother Immaculata is shocked and snatches the pillow off of the bed.

MOTHER IMMACULATA
Get out of bed and get dressed. Annabelle! You are to be in my office in ten minutes.

Annabelle sighs and rolls over, sitting up she holds the sheets tight to her body and gives Immaculata an “okay, I heard you” grimace.

HALLWAY
Immaculata walks briskly to Simone’s room, throwing the door open without knocking.

SIMONE’S ROOM
Simone is sitting at her desk, writing. She looks up when the doors swings open.

MOTHER IMMACULATA
Simone, what are you doing? You were supposed to be in the dining room ages ago.

SIMONE
But it’s…

She looks at her clock, still flashing. It reads 12:20.

SIMONE
I’m so sorry. My room must have lost power in the storm last night. I had no idea.