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[#1 - The Way It Never Was]

[The Assassins contacted Rebecca after she'd gotten into coding after a bad break of her leg, leading to events that would have her separating from her then-boyfriend and taking to a lifestyle that never stopped moving. One that was never safe. But what happens if you turn back the clock, mess with the edges of things and put a new spin on it? Prying from the recesses of her mind the questions of regret, loneliness and curiosity to what would've happened if she just had stayed where she was.

The apartment's a downtown two bedroom, open concept for the most part and in an artsier edge of town. Lots of brick and scattered equipment over the floor as one of those bedrooms turned into a half-gym half office for Rebecca. Rebecca who is coming in the door now, brown paper bag in one hand and keys dropped to the table as she heads into the kitchen.]

Babe? [That's you.] I'm back. Did the shelter call? I'm waiting to hear back about our baby.

[It's a crowded space, maybe something like a shopping mall or a densely populated public event. The edges are fuzzy and the people around mill by, the sense of hiding in plain sight being at the forefront of your mind. No doubt the eyes are watching, looking through that crowd for you. But Rebecca's by your side, rocking a beanie and keeping her head tilted down but her eyes always moving. If you start to lag behind she'll subtly give your sleeve a tug.] Hey, c'mon. We're almost outta here.

You remember the plan, right? Stay calm, stay cool... We've got this cov- shit! Run! [Know what this sound is? It's gunfire, screaming and the swell of pandemonium as someone's very much trying to kill you.]