Ron sits back on his heels so she is left to struggle out of the coffin on her own. Sighing as she stands, she brushes impatiently at her dress and glances around the room.

VANESSA
(slightly offended)
Where is everyone?

RON
In the other room, you vain prick. We need to go, now.

Vanessa hurries over to a window, pushing aside the blinds and wincing at the bright sunlight.

VANESSA
(dryly)
Ow.

Ron furiously gestures for her to get on with it and she rolls her eyes, shoving the window up and removing the screen so she can climb ungracefully out of the resulting opening.

CUT TO:

EXT. SUBURBAN STREET