(In a small warehouse with a storage loft above, events happening in a slow-motion dream-like state)
Matt: (voiceover, thinking aloud) “As I did every afternoon, I was checking-in the days’ shipment we received from the wholesaler. I heard a rustle directly above me. I looked up into the bright fluorescent rafter lights, and a squeaky female voice cried out: ‘Hi, Matt!’ It was too late. Already in mid-air was Bonnie, my 300-pound stalker. She was falling toward me: prone, arms and legs outstretched, naked, and peeing. Splash. Darkness.”
