Alone In A Storm, And Paranoia
Thunder rumbles across the bay, followed seconds later by splattering rain on the paving stone outside.
There's another growl of thunder, louder this time.
She opens her eyes, groggy still from her afternoon nap.
More lightning at the window, followed by a pause in the storm as the steady thud of rain becomes a downpour. She goes into the lounge to draw the curtains.
That's strange. She shut the window earlier - didn't she? But now it's open.