Tomoko nods, uh-huh. Masami dives forward, pinching her friend�s
cheeks and grinning wildly.
So, how far did you and he get?
Oh... I can�t remember.
You can�t remember, huh?
Masami laughs, then slaps Tomoko on the knee again as she remembers
the trick her friend played on her.
Man, you had me freaked me out.
Just at that moment, the phone RINGS. They are both suddenly,
instantly serious. Tomoko�s eyes go off in one direction and she
begins shaking her head, -No-. Masami looks over her shoulder,
following her friend�s gaze.
Tomoko is looking at the CLOCK, which currently reads 9:40.
The phone continues to ring. Tomoko is now clutching tightly onto her
friend, looking panicked.
Was it true?
Tomoko nods her head, still holding on tightly. Masami has to
forcibly disengage herself in order to stand. The phone is downstairs,
so Masami opens the bedroom DOOR and races down the STAIRS. Tomoko
calls out to her from behind.
INT. OUISHI HOUSEHOLD � STAIRCASE - NIGHT
Tomoko and Masami run down the staircase, through the hallway towards
the kitchen. Tomoko cries out again just before they reach the kitchen.
INT. OUISHI HOUSEHOLD � KITCHEN - NIGHT
Masami has come to a halt before a PHONE mounted on the wall. She
pauses, looking slowly at her friend, then back to the phone. She
takes it tentatively from its cradle, answers it wordlessly. The
tension continues to mount as nothing is said. Masami suddenly breaks
into a huge grin.
I�ll put her on.
Still grinning, she hands the phone to Tomoko. Tomoko snatches it
She is silent for a moment, then smiling widely.
She is so relieved that all the strength seeps out of her and she
sinks to the kitchen floor. Masami, equally relieved, slides down
the wall and sits down next to her.