INT. HUNTER'S GUEST ROOM - DAY
Tom taps phone on desk as he stares out the window, watches the coyote lope away out of frame. Tom eyes the guest book, opens it at random to an entry dated, in pencil, 5/25. The entry, in cursive:
Hunter,
Thank you so much. Haven't had such a good time in quite awhile. Our cheeks are hurting from smiling so much. Door always open and bed waiting if ever you find yourself in Portland.
Love and gratitude,
Charlie and Dawn.
Tom closes the guest book, gets up, walks to door, puts on hat, leaves into hall. We hear HIS BOOTS KNOCK ON HARDWOOD before silence moments before he is framed by the window as he walks to the stone wall, uses phone to take a selfie, Organ Mountains behind him. He pockets phone, walks out of frame.