The Expecting

Mmm.

Em? It's me again.

Look, I feel like shit about what I said.

I didn't mean it that way.

Please, just call me back, okay?

Are you okay?

Uh-huh.

We heard screaming.

So, like, just take as much time as you need.

We're not... We're not firing you.

- Don't... Don't worry. - Well, am I still getting paid?

I think your sick days are already...

I'll have to check with HR, but I think you used them.

What about maternity?

Um, I think that's for after the baby's born.

Again, I'll have to check with HR.

Don't you handle all the HR?

I'll call you, okay?

Cara? It's Emma.

I've been emailing you.

Oh, hey, Emma.

Can we meet?

Come on. Freezing out here.

You like the lights?

- They make me happy. - Yeah.

Shit... getting close, aren't ya?

- Mm-hmm. -

Don't mind, do ya?

If I try and get it yanked, they'll come and stop me.

I heard about people getting killed for that.

So... I figured I keep this up...

maybe it dies on its own.

Your blog.

All the stuff you said.

How do you know it's all real?

First, I wasn't sure.

Then people started writing me.

People who'd seen the blog,

saying the same stuff happened, just like you.

- There are others? - Plenty.

Girls with all sorts of fucked-up-ness.

That's who they go for.

Girls like me, girls like you.

That way, no one in their right mind's

gonna believe us,

and these babies get born.

Just like they want.

How'd it start?

Me and my boyfriend Tommy.

He told me he wanted to show me something beautiful.

So, we went out to the forest out there.

What forest?

I don't know. Just somewhere off 95.

Got a trail

and campsites and shit.

But we went to see something beautiful,

and, well, we never even see it,

'cause I guess we got a little faded.

You know?

Maybe a lot faded.

And then I pass out.