The hospital clock shows twenty to three. A nurse is wheeling a middle-aged woman down the corridor. The latter, despite terrible head pains, thoughtfully points to a handkerchief which another patient has dropped. The nurse has to keep telling her not to move her head, that she must remain still. The woman asks for a telephone – she wants to ring home. She places the receiver to her ear and, before she even hears the dialling tone, tears start rolling down her face. The camera follows her anxious expression and we hear only her voice as she speaks to the man on the other end.  She submissively apologises for waking him up at this hour after his exhausting business trip. She informs him that, after her frequent headaches, which the man doesn’t seem to recall at all, a blood vessel is now in danger of bursting any moment. She asks him to bring her things she needs in hospital, however, it is clear that the man is giving her a hard time, blaming her for not taking her things herself. She apologises once again for waking him up and slowly puts down the receiver. The hands on the clock now show a quarter to three…