If Ben had been expecting some continuation that would give some answers to the mysteries of the flashpaper and the determined expression he had seen, he would be sorely mistaken. Instead, she would do the expected for a Hollywood starlet in Santa Monica- hit the beach, enjoy the sun for a few hours, and then retire back to her house, catching the same tramline back the way she came. Ben would be left to either camp outside the house until the well-engineered BMW of his current employer pulled up, or return to his darkroom to develop what pictures would come out.

The next day as well was almost unanimously dull. [i]Almost,[/i] as the tote bag would make a reappearance, and if Ben had been particularly on the case, he would have noted her handing it off to the same denim-clad smoker that had so dismissed him the first time he'd entered the Glamour Hawk studios. The man would nod at her and vanish, and then onwards nothing more would be seen of the mysterious flashpaper pages, the starlet returning to filming as smoothly as could be. After all, a rewrite didn't mean that there wasn't other scenes to be filmed.