A long-haired woman, naked except for an open trenchcoat, desperately runs up a flight of darkened stairs. Another woman, taking her time, follows while loading shells into her 12-gauge shotgun. The long-haired woman runs out onto an empty roof. Running across the roof to escape her pursuer, she drops her glasses. She's trapped, has nowhere to go. She leaps across to another building, but barely makes it; she's dangling from the roof by one hand.
Walking out onto the roof, the other woman smirks: she has her victim right where she wants her. Stretching every second, she takes aim, making sure of her shot. She fires a shotgun blast, and the long-haired woman's body tumbles to the street far below. The woman turns to leave, crunching the glasses under a booted heel.
The long-haired woman wakes up, safe in her bed. She rubs her eyes, sure it was just a nightmare. She feels for her glasses on the night table beside her bed. But they're missing.
