EXT. SIHNON LANDSCAPE - MULE

Driver's POV. The town is approaching, about two hundred yards away. Mal is wrapping his eyes with gauze, Simon glancing at him occasionally while he drives.

SIMON:Okay, that looks good. I'm going to stop for a minute and apply the blood.

He slows the mule to a halt and pulls the syringe from his bag. He drips some blood onto the gauze, keeping it centered on Mal's eyes.

SIMON: There. You look like a trauma victim.

Simon fires up the mule again and continues toward town. They start to pass some well-maintained houses on both sides, eventually coming to the main street.

The town is clean and well-kept. Not upper-class, but not lower either. As they approach the town square, we see a few bars and shops still open. At one corner of the square, we see a prestine shop with a back-lit red chinese sign. It reads “Clinic.”

SIMON: (pointing) That should be it.

He turns the mule in that direction, accellerating. A few people turn their heads to see the yellow vehicle speed by.

MAL: Let's not cause too much fuss, now.

SIMON: We need to appear as if we're in a hurry.

He pulls right up in front of the clinic, jumping out of the mule and assisting the newly “blind” Mal out.

They walk through the automatic doors into...

INT. EYE CLINIC - WAITING ROOM

Simon leads Mal to the registration desk.

SIMON: I know it's late, but this is an emergency. My friend here was caught in some kind of chemical explosion.

The young woman behind the desk takes one look at Mal's face and jumps up out of her chair, pressing a button on a nearby intercom.

RECEPTIONIST:Dr. Steele, we have an emergency out here.

An elderly man comes through a nearby door, dressed in a perfectly-pressed gray suit, wire-rimmed glasses at the tip of his nose.

SIMON: Doctor, we need your help. This man was caught in a chemical explosion.I'm afraid he might lose both eyes.

MARKUS: Bring him back to Room Three.

Simon leads Mal through the door Markus has just come through. Follow them down a