The phone starts to play, music filling the room, the bars flowing between each panel. ADELAIDE (thinking): Theoretically, this should be a good thing. Adelaide has picked up a broom, sweeping the floor. ADELAIDE (thinking): A new start, a new town, and new people. People who won't know how awful I am- She pauses, as if considering an idea, before raising a hand forming a finger gun. It starts to glow pink, and so does the broom, starting to float up. Adelaide screws her eyes tight, focusing on the spell, the suitcase starting to hover alongside the broom.