A small title flashes along the bottom of the screen: "A Study in Pink." This is followed by another: "Wednesday, August XX. Evening." It is featured over the following:
Three twenty-something seniors are sitting in a living room. Their school books are spread out in front of them, but by the way they're lounging around, it's obvious that they're taking a break.
The first girl, sitting on a couch, slightly tall with brown hair, is JILL LESTRADE. The second girl, sitting in a chair, average height with brown hair, is SALLY DONOVAN. The last girl, sitting on the floor, tall with brown hair and maybe with glasses, is PIPPA ANDERSON.

Sally: We're already halfway through our first week of senior year, and our other housemates haven't shown up. What's the deal? There's got to be something up.

Lestrade: Well, over the weekend, they said we could find them to meet up to check in with the school. They didn't show up, and there was no indication that they'd be dropping out of school...

Anderson: But you can't just disappear and not tell your housemates! Or the school!

Lestrade: Well, apparently, you can.

Sally: And there's nothing else suspicious going on?

Lestrade: Nothing yet. It doesn't seem like the school will do anything, so we should. (Enthusiastically:) Even though we're only criminology students, we can do this!

Text message alerts go off on all of their phones. The girls all pick them up in sync.
As we see them all reading the message, we see what was written, floating out of their phones as small titles. They're all the same message, sent from the same person. The message simply says: "Wrong!" The titles fade out. The three girls drop their phones.
Sally groans and lets her head fall back onto the chair.

Sally: Just ignore it.

Anderson: It just says "wrong."

Sally: Ignore. It.

Lestrade: Oh, come on! There's got to be something up! Three people can't just all not show up for school and to move in to their housing assignments for no reason! The school's got their best people investigating... Us! Even though we're just students.

Text message alerts go off on all of their phones. The girls all pick them up in sync.
As we see them all reading the message, we see what was written, floating out of their phones as small titles. They're all the same message, sent from the same person. The message simply says: "Wrong!" The titles fade out. The three girls drop their phones.

Anderson: Is there any chance that these are all kidnappings? And if so, is the kidnapper the same for all three of our housemates?

Lestrade: Kidnappings sound interesting, but they're probably not. Right now, they just look like regular dropouts...

Anderson: But they're all our housemates. That's got to count as a link among the three of them. What if we're next? How are we gonna not get kidnapped ourselves?

Lestrade: Well, don't get kidnapped! Obviously, this is weird, but all we have to do is exercise reasonable precautions! We're as safe as we want to be!

Text message alerts go off on all of their phones. The girls all pick them up in sync.
As we see them all reading the message, we see what was written, floating out of their phones as small titles. They're all the same message, sent from the same person. The message simply says: "Wrong!" One particularly large "Wrong!" appears over Anderson's face. The titles fade out. Sally and Anderson drop their phones.
Lestrade starts to set down her phone, too, but she gets another message. As we see her reading the message, we see what was written, floating out of her phone as a small title: "You know where to find me. SH."

Lestrade: Come on.

The three girls get up. As they go to leave the house, Sally turns to Lestrade.

Sally: You've got to stop her from doing that! We're all going to look like idiots one day!

Lestrade: Tell me HOW she does it, and I'll stop her!