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[eerie music]

[typing]

Mmm.

TY: Em? It's me again.

Look, I feel like shit about what I said.

I didn't mean it that way.

Please, just call me back, okay?

[whirring]

[ear ringing, groaning]

[distant phone ringing]

[ear ringing, groaning]

[sighing]

[groaning, wincing]

[groaning, screaming]

[groaning]

[knocking on door]

[knocking]

- Are you okay?

- Uh-huh.

- We heard screaming.

- So, like, just take as much time as you need.

We're not-- We're not firing you.

Don't-- Don't worry. - Well, am I still getting paid?

- I think your sick days are already--

I'll have to check with HR, but I think you used them.

- What about maternity?

- Um, I think that's for after the baby's born.

Again, I'll have to check with HR.

- Don't you handle all the HR?

I'll call you, okay?

- Cara? It's Emma.

I've been emailing you.

- Oh, hey, Emma.

- Can we meet?

[tires squealing]

- Come on. Freezing out here.

You like the lights?

They make me happy. - Yeah.

- Shit... getting close, aren't ya?

- Mm-hmm. - [sighing]

Don't mind, do ya?

If I try and get it yanked, they'll come and stop me.

I heard about people getting killed for that.

So... I figured I keep this up...

maybe it dies on its own.

- Your blog.

All the stuff you said.

How do you know it's all real?

- First, I wasn't sure.

Then people started writing me.

People who'd seen the blog,

saying the same stuff happened, just like you.

- There are others? - Plenty.

Girls with all sorts of fucked-up-ness.

That's who they go for.

Girls like me, girls like you.

That way, no one in their right mind's

gonna believe us,

and these babies get born.

Just like they want.

[sucking air]

- How'd it start?

- Me and my boyfriend Tommy.

He told me he wanted to show me something beautiful.

So, we went out to the forest out there.

- What forest?

- I don't know. Just somewhere off 95.

Got a trail

and campsites and shit.

But we went to see something beautiful,

and, well, we never even see it,

'cause I guess we got a little faded.

You know?

Maybe a lot faded.

And then I pass out.

Woke up next day all beat to shit.

Like wolves got after me or something.

[chuckling]

[sighing]

Wish it had been wolves.

[birds cawing]

[footsteps]

[eerie music]

[electric thrumming]

Oh...

[heaving]

[whimpering]

Oh, no...

[groaning]

[panting]

[screaming]

- Emma, it's me, it's me.

It's me-- what are you doing out here?

It's okay, it's okay.

Emma, you're bleeding.

EMMA: [breathing heavily]

How'd you find me?

- Your location sharing's on.

Thank God.

We were all worried about you.

- All of you were?

- Worried? Hell yeah.

- About me? - Yeah.

Let me try Dr. Green again.

- No, let's go-- let's go to the hospital.

- No, no, no, no, no. Those places are factories.

They don't care.

[keys jangling]

DR. GREEN: Let's get her inside.

I'm gonna make some coffee.

Do you want something hot?

- I'm good-- Emma, you need anything?

- I'll stand. - You need to rest.

- All right, I'm gonna boot up the exam room,

and we'll see what's going on.

- Hang on one sec, I'll be right back.

DR. GREEN: [whispering] You can't let her out of your sight.

She cannot run away like this, it's dangerous,

we've talked about this,

you have to promise me you're gonna do better.

- Hold on. Emma?

Where do you think you're going?