CORY PUBLISHING/NIGHT
AMANDA and VICKY are still unconcious on the floor. AMANDA opens
her eyes and pulls herself up, while coughing from the smoke that
is now surrounding the office. She picks up phone and attempts to
dial, but the phone is cut off.
AMANDA
(Yelling)
Somebody? Someone help me! (She spots Vicky). Vicky? (She rushes
over to Vicky). Vicky, get up! Oh, God. Come on, Vick...get up.
Don't do this!
She tries to roll Vicky over, carefully, but can't do it.
Covering her mouth with her blazer, she runs to the doorway and
tries to look for a way out, but the smoke is so thick she can
barely look into the hallway. As she goes back to Vicky and sits
next to her, the blazer still over her mouth, we:
FADE OUT