[id: wide shot of the drawing room depicting its luxurious antique pink loveseat and sofa at right angles to each other and the oblong coffee table in the center with the book sitting on one end of it. caleb has turned his back to the camera as he gazes down at the book. from offscreen, carmilla says: “i’m not interested in any book, caleb. my girlfriends are waiting for me in the car.” “oh, but i assure you,” caleb replies without tearing his eyes from the eldritch tome, “you will be interested in this one. this isn’t just any book…. it is very old…” /end id]
