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| - KRISTA MANNING: (tending to quiet patron) Drink that. Avoid the radar. You'll be in Oakland in no time. (hands him a CD) And that is for you, Raymond. And your burger should be up in a minute. (joins Peter at his table) So... where was I? PETER: Well, you were in the middle of telling me how you moved around a lot as a kid, but I got to tell you, now I'm hopelessly intrigued with these CDs. KRISTA MANNING: I'm sort of known here by the regulars for my playlists. I base my tracks on people's aura. PETER: Well, how often do you think I'd have to come here to be considered a regular? KRISTA MANNING: I might be able to get you on the list. First, you have to tell me where you're from. PETER: Technically... I'm from no place you've ever heard of. But let's just say Boston. KRISTA MANNING: So how long are you here for? PETER: Well, I was just planning on the one night -- passing through. KRISTA MANNING: To? PETER: I don't know yet. KRISTA MANNING: Okay... 'Peter from Boston'. I'll burn you one. PETER: Really? What did I do right? KRISTA MANNING: It's a long road to 'I don't know yet'. I want to make sure you stay awake out there. And I, uh -- I like your eyes. So there's that. Where are you staying? PETER: I'm staying at the Drake's Bay Motel. KRISTA MANNING: I'll drop it by after my shift. PETER: Okay, I'll see you then. KRISTA MANNING: I'll see you then. (later, after locking-up, she creates a music CD for Peter, then heads out for the rendezvous. outside in the darkness, a man approaches her as she starts to enter her car. several tractor-trailer rigs pass by and when they clear away, both individuals are gone, and Krista's car door remains open. she regains consciousness in a makeshift operating lab and is unable to move) No! No! No! Please? What are you doing to me? (a shadowy figure wearing surgical gloves stands over her... removing part of her brain through a hole in her skull)
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