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[INT. INSIDE LIAM'S PLACE, AMERICA]
[THERE ARE BIRDS CHIRPING OUTSIDE, QUIET HUMMING AS THE CARS DRIVE PAST.]
[ALL IS QUIET. ALL IS CALM.]
[A MUFFLED CONVERSATION, POSSIBLY BOTH LIAM AND BRYCE, THE JAGGLING OF KEYS, A *CLICK* IN THE LOCK, THEN THE DOOR CREAKS SLOWLY.]
ARCHIVIST
...I've been trying to figure out what the sticky notes Stone gave me, and the polaroid photos scattered around the institute, but no matter how hard I look, Bryce; they already lead up to dead-ends.
BRYCE
You said there was a website for it, right?
ARCHIVIST
(confused) A website...?
...
(realising) Oh, that.
BRYCE
Yeah, uhh–www.planedatabase.com, right?
ARCHIVIST
Yeah, that! I've found the password for that, but I can't find the username...
...
(slight edge, quietly) ...stfourate78...
BRYCE
What?
ARCHIVIST
Sorry... just remembering something.
[FOOTSTEPS]
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[VOICES ARE MUCH CLEAR, AND MORE CLOSER TO THE SPEAKER.]
[FABRIC SHUFFLING, SOFT THUDDING, FOLLOWED BY A SMALL CREAK OF THE LAPTOP]
[A COUPLE OF SMALL KEYBOARD CLICKS, THEN AN ERROR NOISE.]
ARCHIVIST
Texty? Texty, are you there?
[??? MEOWS, AND PURRS AS IT COMES TO VIEW, NOT CLOSE BUT THE VOICE IS CLEAR]
BRYCE
Uh, Liam. Is—is that your cat?
ARCHIVIST
Is what?
[THERE IS THE SCRUFFLING OF SOMETHING SOFT, AND A MEW AGAIN.]
ARCHIVIST
(pet-talk) Oh, hello there, little honey! How are you?
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