[image description: the camera has pulled back for a wider shot of sylvia still standing in her dorm room. behind her the closed door displays a couple of vertically hung pennants on it, and next to the door is a yellow clamshell wall sconce. the carpet is the color of golden sands and the walls are beige. “wait a minute,” sylvia thinks with her forefinger to her lips as she puts the cell phone to her ear again, “if janet fell never existed, then…,” before she finishes her thought she says aloud: “um, caleb, how is lil doing?”]
