TITLE: SOME YEARS AGO.
A large green meadow. It is quite vivid and so flat the curvature of the earth is almost apparent. The sun is high and many families can be seen dotted across the swathe, playing and picnicing. The WIND blows gently and the only other sound is the CHATTER of many families.
A WOMAN and a GIRL, her daughter, are running across the field. The camera follows them across the length of the field - running from a point that almost vanishes on the horizon to collapse happily on the grass beside a two-storey grey, glass sided building that has been hitherto unseen. The building is still and silent.
How far do you think we ran, honey?
Across the world! All the way down to the bottom!
The Womanís gaze is distracted by the glass building. A cloud passes. The girl follows her motherís gaze.
A place. Just a...horrible place.
The GIRL frowns, and follows her mother as she is led away, but her gaze lingers upon the dark building. Her expression is drawn and oddly adult.
TITLE: THE DAY AFTER TOMMOROW.
Outside the grey building of scene one. The night is as still as the day of years ago was active. Pools of light outside the grey building do little more than create shadows.
A YOUNG WOMAN is outside of the building. It is clear by her features that she is the Girl of the previous scene, grown to adulthood. She is well dressed, hard of face and moves as one who knows she belongs here.
The Young Woman approaches and enters the grey building.
Young Womanís POV.
Inside the grey building, it is one large, spartan lobby-like area. The floor is smooth grey granite, the walls are a shade lighter in polished marble. Scant light is provided by wall sconces to right, and some light spills in from outside, heavily shaded by the glass.
To the left, a small fountain shudders and SPILLS water. It provides the only other noise, besides the CLICKING of the womanís shoes upon the stone floor.
The Woman stands still, peering into the gloom.
A MAN appears from the shadows at the far end of the room and approaches the Young Woman. He is middle aged and slightly overweight. His face is pale and worn. His clothes are middle-classed and not quite fashionable.
The Man regards the Woman curiously.
Iíve seen you before. A long time ago. Out there.
No. Not her. She died.
The Woman, as a teenager, in her dorm room. She is putting a note upon her tidy desk.
Cutaway to note.
The knowledge I carry, this burden, chafes on my soul and angers me. I try to release this
fury, but it only grows back, smug and strong. Iím trapped and thereís only one way out.
The Woman picks up a small, packed bag, and exits the room without looking back.
The Man and Woman regard each other for moment. Beat.
She died? Too bad.
She had to.
To come here.
You know why.
I doubt it.
Iím sure you do. But you do know.
I created it
And I perfected it. I made it work.
A laboratory. Pictures of human babies, medical diagrams, abound. Amongst the clutter, the Young Woman in a battered lab coat holds a small, flattish, black box. Several dials and and LCD display is apparent. She is smiling in cold triumph.
They are tentatively moving towards and away from each other.
Itís as much mine as yours. More.
It doesnít belong to either of us. It belongs to the worl-
No! When were you last a part of the world? Youíve been rotting in here for decades!
The Man looks about, awkwardly.
It doesnít belong to this world, and neither do you.
Then perhaps Iím its best guardian?
The Woman glares at him.
Itís mine. I made it work. I donít understand why youíre still here.
Because I didnít want it to work.
Donít blame me for living in the present,for seeing the future.
And what does your future see?
And only you.
During this dialogue, the woman has been slowly walking to the far end of the room. A wall-high cabinet is before her. The drawers are few - and large. The Woman puts her hand to an indentifying device upon the cabinet, and opens a drawer. A flat black device, the obvious descendant of the device from the lab, is nestled therein. The Woman takes the device in her hand, and the man looks at her miserably.
Not necessarily. Things might stay the same. Iíve waited and lied long enough-
The Woman is cut off by the sudden NOISY entrance of a group of people. They are entourage to a central figure, THE PRESIDENT. They hover and chatter around him, as security personnel fan out through the room. They quickly approach the surprised couple, and a member of the entourage - the Presidentís SCIENTIFIC ADVISOR - snatches the item from The Womanís hand without pausing. As the entourage spills out of a hitherto un-noticed side-door, the Advisor can be heard above the hubbub.
Thank you, maíam. Mr. President, this will affect pregnancies worldwide
via a subsonic emission, if you just set this.....
Just as suddently, the room is empty. The Man and The Woman stare at each other.
FADE TO BLACK.