FADE IN:EXT. PARKLAND/COUNTRYSIDECARLY sits alone on a bench, her hands in the pockets of hercoat, her eyes gazing at the view of rolling hills and barebranches lit by the low winter sun. She’s quite still, heronly movements being her slow blinking and breathing. Thecountryside stares impassively back at her. Still shedoesn’t move. Eventually a young man appears beside thebench and, as he takes a seat, she looks slowly round athim.STEVEHiya. How’re you doing?CARLYI hate the winter.She goes back to staring at the view. STEVE glances at it,then goes back to looking at CARLY.STEVEYeah, I know what you mean.CARLY carries on staring.STEVEI was worried about you. The way youtook off like that.CARLYI just had to get out for a minute.STEVESo I noticed.CARLYI’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to getupset.STEVEThat’s all right.CARLYIt must all seem so silly to you.STEVE says nothing.CARLYI just hate the way that everything isalways the same. No matter what I do, nomatter what I say, nothing ever changes.It’s always, always the same, each andevery year.She glares into the distance.