Jacobs jolts from this nightmare, now in his mid-thirties, rough shaven. He sits at the edge of the bed in boxers, shooting down a few pills with a sip of Jack Daniels.
He looks around his dim apartment with his gray curtains barely allowing the sunlight in. He stands up walking towards the bathroom, slapping on the television.
A reporter speaks about the fifteenth murder within the past three months as well as frequent, terrorist bombings around the city.
INT. BATHROOM – DAY - SAME
Jacobs looks in the mirror with his hands rested on the sink.
JACOBS
Get your shit together Jacobs.
INT. TRAIN-STATION - DAY
NAJAH KNIGHT, a light skin black woman, runs down the wide stairs, holding onto the banister hoping not to fall.
NAJAH
I’m coming.
She’s
He looks around his dim apartment with his gray curtains barely allowing the sunlight in. He stands up walking towards the bathroom, slapping on the television.
A reporter speaks about the fifteenth murder within the past three months as well as frequent, terrorist bombings around the city.
INT. BATHROOM – DAY - SAME
Jacobs looks in the mirror with his hands rested on the sink.
JACOBS
Get your shit together Jacobs.
INT. TRAIN-STATION - DAY
NAJAH KNIGHT, a light skin black woman, runs down the wide stairs, holding onto the banister hoping not to fall.
NAJAH
I’m coming.
She’s