ate.

	A mix of subtle sounds begin to fade in. As they get louder, we
	can discern what sounds like a busy office area. It is actually
	a frantic television studio with the hum of panic in a national
	emergency.

	The woman's moans get louder and more desperate as the
	background sounds reach full volume and the credits stop. The
	woman sits up, snapping awake.

2	She lurches forwards into the arms of a strong young man. She is
	Francine, twenty three years old and very attractive,