INT. CAR - DAY
The car is sitting in fully stopped traffic, cars are honking and people are yelling. WOMAN sits in passenger seat, bouncing her leg and anxiously looking out the windows.
She looks over at the GPS system which is lit up red, notifying them of the miles of traffic ahead. Her eyes widen. She looks down at her watch, then over to drivers side with a worried look on her face.
She purses his lips and shrugs with a pleading looks on her face.
The woman fidgets with her jacket zipper for a moment and then jumps up to unlock and open the car door.
WOMAN
UGH! just let me out right here.
EXT. BEACH PATH - DAY
She takes off running, leaving the car door wide open behind her. Cars honk and the faint sound of people yelling behind her.
The woman runs along a path, dodging runners, cyclists, and people participating in other leisurely activities. She sprints and shields her eyes from the sun with her arms as she frantically looks around her.
EXT. PIER - DAY
She runs toward the Santa Monica Pier with its rides, restaurants, and other tourist attractions in the background. As she approaches, she sees a sign and a slight smile forms on her face as she continues to jog past crowds of people.
She approaches a small structure and tries to open the door but it is locked. She aggressive shakes the door, she lets out an angry sigh, then turns to continue her run.
Her jog has now turned into a stiff speed-walk. She ducks in and out of carnival games with an intense look on her face.
She quickly turns a corner and runs right into a man on roller blades. They both fall to the ground. The woman, not even acknowledging the man or the fall, rolls up to her feet and continues forward.
Her speed walk is now an awkward limp favoring her right side.
Her face becomes more worried as she limps across the dock. She bumps shoulders with many civilians as she passes them. They look at her, some with dirty looks, others just look worried, and she does not acknowledge them.
She stumbles down a small alley, gripping the white cinder block wall as she moves.
EXT. RESTROOM - DAY
She exhales when she sees a sign that reads 'public restroom', and goes for the door.
Her eyes pan down and she sees a small GIRL(7) standing right in front of the door. She freezes.
GIRL
There's someone in there. You have to wait your turn.
The girl stares at her coldly and mischievously as she stands guarding the bathroom door.
The woman's face is tense and wrinkled and she stands bracing herself against the wall. She looks at the little girl, then looks up as if she were taking it up with God. She looks back at the girl, who is now smiling slyly, her pink ice cream cone drips onto her pink shoes.
The woman slowly slides her back down the wall until she is fully slumped, sitting on the ground across from the little girl.
The girl says nothing, but continues to smile and maintain eye contact with the woman while she eats her ice cream, which is all over her face and t-shirt.
They hold eye contact and the woman blinks slowly while her face is in disbelief. She looks like she is about to cry.
The girl finishes her ice cream, wipes her hands on her pink t-shirt, and skips away humming a simple melody. The door she was leaning on swings open and reveals that no one is inside.
The woman, laying on the ground and barely able to hold her eyes open, pulls herself up and crawls inside, closing the door behind her.