[EXTERNAL SHOT OF HOUSE, OLD MAN WALKS OUT]

CRISWELL
The grief of his wife's death became greater and greater agony. The home they had so long shared together, became a tomb. A sweet memory of her joyous living.
The sky to which she had once looked, was now only a covering for her dead body.
The ever-beautiful flowers she had planted with her own hand, became nothing more than the lost roses of her cheeks. Confused by his great loss, the old man left that home, never to return again.

[MAN WALKS OFF-SCREEN AND IS IT HIT BY A CAR]
Tires screeching and a loud scream

LIEUTENANT HARPER
Okay Inspector. What're you gonna do?

CLAY
Look around a little.

LT. HARPER
Once you get beyond those lights you won't be able to see your hand in front of your face.

CLAY
I will get one of the flashlights from the patrol car.

LT. HARPER
You be careful Clay.

CLAY
I'm a big boy now, Johnny.

[CLAY WALKS THROUGH GRAVEYARD]