int. old man's flat, lambeth, london. evening. 
she comes in after a long day of site seeing, opens the door. old man scrurries into his bedroom, leaves the tv on behind him. newscaster blurts out “cyprus will shut it’s borders for 15 days in a move against coronavirus”. “fuck” she thinks. 
fade in, 2 weeks later, midday.
old man calls for her, he’s made lunch. they take their places at the dinning room table; start chatting. 
i can’t believe i’m still here.
i’m telling you someone huge is gonna have to happen for us all to get our shit together. 
[quizzically] like all this isn’t enough? have you even pocked your head outside? i’ve never seen a city so dead in my life. 
you don’t get it. 
i get it, your lucky, your life hasn’t even changed that much. probably it’s even better now with me shopping and cleaning for you.
kid don’t get angsty with me, i’m letting you stay here for free. 
fade in, 1 hour later.
you want her to die?!
no one wants her to die, little girl. we all… need her to. do you understand?
no!
look kid, symbolic sacrifice is the only way we’ll find a true sense of solidarity. 
huh? [thunder rolls] 
just look at the history; plain and simple. 2003 hong kong [stretches arm into the heavens]. the darkest hour of the darkest crisis… the sars crisis. famous actor/singer leslie cheung makes his way to the 24th floor of the hotel mandarin.orders a frozen lemonade, steps out into the terrace, sees the sea, leaps. at his funeral 3 weeks later 1000’s flud the streets,