BATTLE CRY

The morning protest is winding down. The escorts have taken down the blue sheets and the protesters are gathering their signs, talking about where to meet for breakfast.

Then a car drives slowly down the street and pulls into the driveway. The protesters start to yell.

"Don't do it. Don't kill your baby!"
"Mommy! Mommy!"
The woman in the passenger seat is hard to see behind the tinted windows, but she appears to be shaking her head. Suddenly the driver throws the car into reverse and, tires screeching, drives away.

The protesters cheer.
"That's a save," Sullivan says, smiling.
Martin returns to the wall. "We LOVE you," he yells.
end of part 2