INT. MOTEL ROOM - ALBUQUERQUE, NM - SUNSET
Basic second floor room, Tom, shirt unbuttoned, sits at desk, phone at hand, looks out window to monsoon clouds obscuring the Sandia Mountains. Open suitcase on bed, shows a copy of Foglost. Boots on floor near hat rack near door, shirt unbuttoned. LIGHT RAIN taps the window. Tom speaks into phone.
TOM: Ruth.
Hey sis, eagle's landed. I'm gonna run a bath so no phone for about a half hour then in the rest a the night. Call me before bedtime. Love ya.
(He sets down phone, leaves into bathroom. We HEAR BATH STARTED. RAIN HEAVIER. FAINT THUNDER.)