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Sophie sits on the floor.
She's looking at a static screen on an analogue television.
"What do you mean, there's nothing left?"
Standing up, she searches among the tapes of a certain show. There are only 20 or something tapes, but she already watched all of them.
"Still stubborn on the tapes, huh?" Rashida appears beside her, holding onto her shoulder.
"Look, I think we need to move on from this. Do you really think it will just magically continue by itself?"
Rashida chuckles as he says that. He grabs a bag, and walks by a door.
"Come on, we don't have all the time."
"Coming!" Sophie stands up as well, and gets a handbag that she had next to her feet.
As the two both leave, the door is closed
And a key locks it.