Violeta lies flat on the floor, sweeping the beam of her torch under the bed. She then climbs onto a chair and runs her index finger along the very top edge of the wardrobe. She steps down and stares at her fingertip, which is completely free of dust, her mouth twitching in frustration. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Violeta: "...Nothing." No background music.
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