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  <scene>
    <character>O2</character>
    <dialogue>By Christie LeBlanc</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Adam Riback James Engle Echo Lake Entertainment 310-789-4790 BLACK Maybe even darker. No sound. Endless nothing. Then -- FADE IN: A pulse of red light pierces the darkness. So fast it barely registers. Another. Another. Somewhere a computer spits out ominous warning beeps. Another flash of red. Again. Again. And in the flashes WE GLIMPSE -- An eyelid. Closed. Tiny flecks of crystallized ice line the lashes. No hint of movement. More beeps. More flashes. Then -- The red disappears. Replaced by a dim steady green. And -- The eye opens. The sound of a great heaving inhale of breath. Panting. A whimper. The eye rolls wildly. Crackling wordless sounds from lips we do not see. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(hoarse)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hhhh... help... me...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>We pull back to see -- A WOMAN - maybe 20, maybe 40. In the dim ethereal green light, it's impossible to tell. She's wearing only panties and an undershirt. And -- She's pinned down to a 3 by 8 foot slab by straps at her forehead, torso, wrists, and legs. Totally immobile. This is CHARLOTTE 'CHARLIE' NEWTON, but she doesn't know that. Her DNA's chock full of brilliance, drive, and ambition - but she doesn't know that either. Right now, all she knows is terror.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Help! HELP!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie struggles against her bonds. Screaming. Full on guttural fight-or-flight terror. But -- She can't move. She pants, helpless. Droplets of melted ice coat her skin. Her eyes jump everywhere. She knows she's royally fucked. Wordless pleas bubble from her lips. Then -- She sucks in controlled, deep breaths. All is quiet.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Hello...? Is somebody there?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Nothing. She whimpers. Struggles some more. Screaming. Straining 'til her neck tendons threaten to snap. It's no use. She grows very still. The only movement, the steady rise and fall of her chest. Then -- -- with laser-sharp focus -- She shimmies her wrist. Groans as she twists it ,'til her hand is palm up. She curls her fingers toward the strap. The tips barely brush against the velcro-like tie at her wrist. She cries out from the strain, curling her hand further -- -- further -- --'til her fingertips feel along the velcro edge. She grunts in pain. Drops her hand. Catches her breath. And -- Reaches again. One fingertip finds a tiny curled edge. Flicks it. Again. Again. Again. The curl grows.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Please... please...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Again. Again. Again. Again. Ever-so-slightly bigger. Each breath a whimper. And -- She snags the edge with a second finger.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(between breaths)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Okay... okay... okay...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>With almost zero leverage, she pulls. And -- It gives. Just a little. With the sound of a thousand slow motion zippers. And -- She drops her hand. Exhausted. Looks around. Her dread bubbles up. She squeezes her eyes shut tight. Collects herself. Holds in a deep breath of air. Grabs it again. And -- With a primordial howl, she pulls. ZZZZIIIIIPPPPPP! Her arm is free. She chortles with pure joy. Rips the tie off her other wrist. Finds an I.V. at her elbow. Rips it out too. She winces from pain, but doesn't stop. Yanks the strap off her forehead. Lead wires come away with it. She looks at them. A brief glimmer of half-recognition. Then -- She flails her arms out in front of her. And -- THUNK. Her hands hit metal. A yelp escapes her lips. Her desperate fingers fan out along the smooth surface of metal 10 inches above her face. Panic and instinct kick in. She lashes her arms out on each side. THUNK. More metal. Above her head -- THUNK. She's in a -- FUCKING METAL BOX!!! Her lungs heave great raspy breaths. She's pounding her fists against the walls. Wailing.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Help! HELP! Get me out of here!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She pounds -- -- and pounds -- 'til she's sobbing hysterically.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Stop! LET ME OUT! Please let me out...! PLEASEEEEE...!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No one comes. With agonizing slowness, her sobs dry to nothing. The only sound, her breath. Her eyes dart everywhere. Lock in on the source of the dim green light -- A button between her feet. She reaches for it, but -- The space is too small. Her head and shoulder jam up in the corner of the box. ACK! She grabs the waist restraint. Tries to pry it off, but -- It's different than the wrist ones. It's made of thick metal. Her fingers snake over every inch, and --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Come on, come on, come on!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- find nothing. She groans with frustration and terror. Stares down at her feet. And the green light between them. Taunting her. Daring her. With a grunt, she twists her bound foot. Reaches for the light with her toe. The grunt turns to a wail as she stretches further --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Come on, you son of a bitch!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>- further -- 'til -- Her toe reaches the button. Momentarily blocks all light. BLACK</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Please... please... oh God... please...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Then a CLICK as she depresses the button. And she -- RECOILS from a bright onslaught of light, as -- The wall in front of her lights up. She looks. It's a massive COMPUTER MONITOR. ON THE SCREEN Inches from her face, a digital outline of a human body with continually scrolling vitals. And code. Lots of code. It scrolls so fast, it's barely visible. The light from the monitor illuminates every corner of the box -- It's barely bigger than a coffin. And -- In the light, we really see Charlie for the first time - lean muscles, flawless skin - an adult at the peak of physical perfection. A digital voice emanates from some unseen speakers.</scene_description>
    <character>DIGITAL VOICE</character>
    <dialogue>Systems failure. Oxygen levels thirty-two percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She bangs the screen with her hands.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What the hell?! Where am I?!</dialogue>
    <character>DIGITAL VOICE</character>
    <dialogue>I am MILO, your Mobile Integrated Lifecycle Operator, programed to meet all your medical needs. You are quite agitated. Would you like a sedative?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! Let me out!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Nothing from MILO.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, let me out!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Still nothing. Charlie swallows hard. Composes herself.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO... uhh... status report?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Malfunction in CPU 142 detected. Heat levels exceeded accepted parameters. Status: lost. O2 reserve breach detected. Breach contained. Status: operational. Emergency protocols initiated. Cryogenic suspension unit shutdown. Life form revived.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Life form? Me...?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No response. Charlie reels. And --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... suspension...? I was in stasis...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>It sinks in. The shot rotates hard until -- Charlie's vertical. Pounding. Screaming. She is in a --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CRYOGENIC TANK</stage_direction>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>HERE! I'm HERE! I'M AWAKE! Please! Somebody pleaseeeee! Let me out...! Let me out...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She hammers the computer wall until she's got nothing left. Shock takes over. She zones out. A long empty silence filled with nothing but her breath. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Shit. Shit-shit-shit-shit-SHIT! Keep it together. MILO, activate intercom.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Intercom interface not compatible with this unit.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She laughs at the absurdity. A pathetic heartbreaking laugh.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, come on! You're not a deathtrap. Let me out...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>MILO, disengage locks.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>It is not advisable to disengage locks at this time.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She moans with frustration.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Override. Disengage locks.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Override sequence initiated.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She sighs. Relieved. A long beat.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Awaiting authorization code.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I don't know the damn code!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Override sequence aborted.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>AHHH! Emergency system override!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Emergency system override can not be completed at this time. Please provide administrator password to continue.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And she's hammering the monitor with her fists.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I don't have the damn code! I don't know the code! I dunno-the- code...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She paws at the screen. Snot and tears flowing. She's losing her shit.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Please let me out... please... pleeeeeaaaasssseeee...</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Your pulse rate is elevated. A sedative is advised. Would you like a sedative?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I don't want a damn sedative! I want out!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Think. Think, damn it.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels thirty-one percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Another moan. She frantically feels over every inch of the screen in front of her. Finds the edges. Explores the walls on her sides. Above her. As far below as she can reach.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Okay... Cryo unit... Okay... I'm sick. Of course I'm sick. I must be sick to be in here... Oh God, I'm terminal...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Her frantic fingers explore her arms. Her face. Her scalp. She paws beneath her undershirt. Rabidly examines her breasts. Feels inside her mouth with her tongue.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Shit... Shit! Keep it together. These are monitored. Someone knows something went wrong. Jesus, please... Someone will come... Someone will come...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>MILO, time estimate until base retrieves life form?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Sufficient data is not available to perform that calculation.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She groans through clenched teeth.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, has base been notified of unit malfunction?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Unit malfunction diagnostic transmitted to base at 04:32 GMT. Transmission received at 04:33 GMT.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She melts with relief against the monitor.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>They're coming. Someone's coming.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She smiles through tears. Enjoys a moment of victory. Waits. Breathes. Breathes some more. Squeezes her eyes closed.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Not in a box, not it a box... Wide open spaces... Lotsa air... A massive... beach...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Her eyes open. But she's not seeing. She's searching for a half-forgotten beach. Her surroundings come crashing back. She sucks in great heaving breaths.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, base response to transmission?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>No incoming transmissions detected.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She squeezes her fists. Fights off panic. Moans.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>They'll come. They know you're awake. They know you're in here. They'll explain. You're gonna be okay.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(a breathing beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Great, I'm talking to myself in 3rd person now. Come on! Come get me. Come tell me... Come tell me...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(beat, then panic)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>MILO... who am I?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Nothing from the MILO.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, identify life form.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Life form identity Voyager Two Six Seven.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Clarify.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>You are life form Voyager Two Six Seven.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie laughs. Right on the edge of hysteria.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, display image of life form.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The wall in front of her lights up with her life sized image. She stares at her face on the monitor while touching her own. Reaches out and touches the image. She stares hard into the image eyes. Searching. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, what is the legal name registered to Voyager Two Six Seven?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Voyager Two Six Seven is registered under the name Voyager Two Six Seven.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie shakes her head. Of course she is.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, remove image.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>It's gone. There's nothing to fill the silence but her heavy breath. Then -- With a guttural howl of frustration, she's bashing the back of her head into the back wall.</scene_description>
    <character>LET!</character>
    <dialogue>ME! OOOOOOUUUUTTTT!!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Then -- Silence.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels thirty percent. Recommend slow shallow breathing to conserve supplies.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She groans. Like that's ever gonna happen. And she's frantically fumbling her hands along every inch of the box she can reach. Wailing. Shuddering. Pounding on the walls with all she's got.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(screaming)</parenthetical>
    <character>HELP! HELP, GOD DAMN IT, HELP!!!!</character>
    <dialogue>Get me outta here!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And she's spent. Nothing but rhythmic in-and-out of her lungs for a long moment.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(muttering)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>...too long... too long... No intercom.... Why no intercom...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's rocking back and forth.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>But... But... but the system... the system... it transmitted! MILO, there's outside access! Can you place a call?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Affirmative. Who would you like to call?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes?! YES! MILO, call 911.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>911 services are not available on this channel.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>UGHHH! FBI! MILO call the FBI!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The FBI website contact page appears on the screen in front of her.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>There are two thousand forty-seven phone numbers associated with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Which one would you like me to call?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Jesus! Any! Uh, headquarters. Call headquarters!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And insanely long pause. Charlie holds her breath. Then -- The sound of a call connecting, then a ringing phone. And --</scene_description>
    <character>PLEASANT VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(filtered throughout)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hello --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Hello! Yes, help! I need help!</dialogue>
    <character>PLEASANT VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>-- You have reached the Federal Bureau of Investigation Headquarters located at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie reels. It's a damn recording!</scene_description>
    <character>PLEASANT VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>If you know the extension, please press it now. For our directory, press one. For a list of divisions, press two. To reach the terrorist screening center, press three --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie moans.</scene_description>
    <character>PLEASANT VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>-- For the training academy, press four. If this is an emergency, press nine. For all other --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, nine! Nine! I need to press nine!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A numbered touchscreen appears on the monitor. She hits the nine hard.</scene_description>
    <character>PLEASANT VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>We are transferring your call. Thank you for calling the --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>It cuts off, as --</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(filtered throughout)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Special Agent Marlow.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie jumps.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Help! I need help! I'm trapped and I'm running out of oxygen.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Calm down, ma'am. Are you in immediate physical danger from a person or persons?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! I'm trapped in a cryo unit and I'm running out of air!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>A cryo unit. Cryogenics? Like medical freezing?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>YES! No, NO! Not real freezing. It's a process that slows metabolism -- It doesn't matter!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What does, is that I'm running out of air!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Ma'am, are you aware calling in a false report is a crime?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What?! No! This is real! Please...!</dialogue>
    <character>MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Give me your name and location.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I don't know! I DON'T KNOW!</dialogue>
    <character>MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>If you insist on wasting the bureau's time, I'm going to have to trace this call and report you.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>YES! Trace the call! TRACE THE CALL! Get me the hell outta here!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>... This is real?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! And I'm kinda on a clock here. Some help please?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Just try to calm down. Did someone put you in against your will?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! I don't know!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>What's your name?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I DON'T KNOW! All I know is I woke up and I can't disengage the locks and nobody's come. Trace the damn call. Can you trace it?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I'm working on that now, ma'am. What do you remember? A location? A person? Anything that can help.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! No! Nothing. I'm scared...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I know. We're gonna get you out.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The computer! The computer would know! MILO, unit location.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Unable to determine unit location. Input variable data.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She whacks the monitor.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>ARGH! Have you found me? Have you traced me? Please come!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>It's taking some time, ma'am. We're having trouble locating your signal. But I'm going to help you.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What do you mean trouble...?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>We're working on narrowing it down. I need you to tell me anything you can about the unit. Manufacturer's stamp, serial number, anything.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie frantically scans the walls. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm an idiot. MILO, display unit technical specs.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Technical specs appear on the screen in front of her. She traces them with her fingers.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Are you still there?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I'm still here.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Manufactured by AlcorWorks Enterprises. The model number is 7485945375-267. Have you locked down a trace?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>We're still having some issues.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Oh God...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Listen to me. We're going to find you. It's going to take me a minute to track down the manufacturer and get a location on you.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Don't leave...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I'm not going to leave. We're going to keep this line open.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Tu as pété le plombs ou quoi?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>What was that?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie's startled.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I... uh, asked if you were nuts.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You speak french.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... Yeah. Apparently.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>That's good. Something to go on. Hang in there.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No, don't leave! Please...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I'm just stepping away for a moment. You need to stay calm.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>STOP TELLING ME TO STAY CALM!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You can do this.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Don't! Don't go...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Silence. Long silence. Her huffs of breath are deafening.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels twenty-nine percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She closes her eyes. Consciously slows her breathing. Groans.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Maybe I shoulda said yes to the sedative.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Would you like a sedative?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She whacks the monitor.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Breathe... Just breathe...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Cryo units... Ummm, cryo units are med labs... MILO? Can you run DNA analysis on Voyager Two Six Seven?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The wall panel behind her briefly glows.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Affirmative. DNA analysis completed.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! Run DNA match.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>One match found.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The monitor, inches from her face, lights up with her own picture, but-- She looks different. Distinguished. Professional. Weathered. A list of vital information also appears including her name: CHARLOTTE NEWTON.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Charlotte Newton.... Charlotte...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The word tastes wrong in her mouth.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A flicker of recognition. She reaches for a memory. Then -- A FLASH of a smiling WOMAN mouthing 'Charlie'. It's gone.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Her reality comes crashing back. She presses her hands into the walls. Touches them all around her. Moans. Then -- A scratching, skittering sound. Charlie startles. Her eyes shoot everywhere.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... Hello...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Nothing there. The only sound, her breath. She whimpers. Then -- The walls seem to warp. Close in. She braces herself like she's falling. Time seems to jump a second. Another. Then -- The world steadies. She blinks. WTF?? A thin, high-pitched warble escapes her throat. Her breathing speeds up. Her eyes fill with panic. She wrestles for control of her breath until she's sucking in small sips.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Are you still with me?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! YES! I'm Charlie! My name's Charlotte Newton! But I think I go by Charlie.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Good! That's good. That'll help. Can you... any... hurt... picious ...havior...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He's cutting out.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What?! What? I can't hear you!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>...ello? ... Can... me...?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Are you there?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Silence.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No no NO-NO-NO!!! MILO, boost signal!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Boosting signal.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>...arlie, are you still with me?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! Yes, I'm here! Can you hear me?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I hear you, Charlie! Welcome back. I thought I'd lost you.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Don't leave! Don't leave again...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I won't. I'll be right here the whole time. I promise. What's your oxygen situation?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What? No! You know where I am, right?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, I need you to focus. What's you're oxygen?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie wrestles her emotions down.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, oxygen levels.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels twenty-eight percent.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Good. What time does that give us?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Time? Why do you need time?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, listen to me. I need to know how much time.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie swallows a yelp. Another strange TIME SKIP.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>-- arlie?! Charlie! Are you there?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Wha..? Yes. Yes, I'm here. MILO, time estimate until oxygen is depleted.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Maximum time remaining with conservation practices, seventy-two minutes. Based on current level of use, forty-three minutes.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Forty-three minutes. Good. I need you to stay calm, Charlie. And I need you to tell me anything you remember. Anything at all. Suspicious behavior, anyone who would want to hurt you...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Hurt me? What? Nothing! I remember NOTHING! What's going on?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I need you to think --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What aren't you telling me?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Let's focus on --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>TELL ME!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Silence.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Do you know where I am?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A long beat. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>No. The trace failed. The manufacturer reports that the unit was destroyed three years ago.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie's jaw drops. The news sinks in.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry, Charlie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A slow wave of panic seeps into her bones.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO! Run full medical diagnostic on Voyager Two Six Seven!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Again, the wall panel behind her briefly glows.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Voyager Two Six Seven Diagnostic: all readings within normal parameters.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie! I need you to hang on!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... I'm not sick...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's hyperventilating now. Great huffing gasps.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>No abnormalities detected. Life expectancy of Voyager Two Six Seven is eighty-two years.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>...I'm not supposed to be here...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie pushes against the walls. They're closing in!</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Her brain's connecting some dots she really doesn't want connected.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... someone put me in here...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>All sound disappears into a vacuum. The world spins. Blurs. Narrows to black. Pulsing red lights. Then -- The blare of sirens. Warning lights. The monitor lights up with red across the chest of the digital body.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Warning. BP 180 over 90. Pulse 102 BPM.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie! Stay with me! I'm not going to leave you. I'm right here!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's wheezing in gasps of air. Bashing the walls. Yowling.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>We're gonna get you out! Listen to me! Listen to my voice. Can you do that?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie reels in her panic.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(barely a whisper)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Yes...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The warning lights cut out. The alarm falls silent.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(filtered, relieved)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You're back. Welcome back.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie breathes. Grits her teeth. Forces focus.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, we're going to find you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She wipes away tears. Closes her eyes. Really tries to believe. Pulls herself together. Puts on a brave face.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Kay... Okay. Tell me. What exactly are you doing?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I've got agents combing through every bit of information we have on you. And I have a team heading to the manufacturer now.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>AlcorWorks! They'd have the override codes! Get me the code. I can open the door!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>We're working on it. I'll have them soon.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Get me the code! It takes two minutes to look up a damn code!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, it's 2 AM here. They're not being cooperative. We have to subpoena them. My men are heading there now. We'll have the codes to you soon. Just a ...tle longer... this... mo... ...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>He's cutting out again.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, boost signal!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Boosting signal.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>...k ..re... ...st...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, again!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Boosting signal.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(nothing but static)</parenthetical>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Are you there?! HELLO?! HELLO...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>On the monitor: SIGNAL LOST. She's pounding the monitor with her hands.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No, no, NO! You stupid piece of shit! MILO, reconnect!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The sound of dialing, then the BLARE of an unconnected call.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Reconnect failed.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Again!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>More dialing. Another BLARE. Charlie's weeping.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Again! NooooooOOO! The codes! I need the codes! I need... I need...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Dialing. Another BLARE.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(barely a whisper)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>... again...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Another dial. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>RECORDED VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>The number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number and try your call again.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Shock. Like she took a bullet. WTF is going on?!</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, again.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Nothing for a long moment. Then -- The sound of dialing. And --</scene_description>
    <character>RECORDED VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>The number you have reached is not in service. Please --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Disconnect!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She squeezes her temples. Pulls at her hair.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>SHIIIIIITTTTT!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She gapes. Then -- -- blindly, furiously -- -- scrapes at the edges with her fingernails. Desperate mewling sounds spilling from her lips. Then she's sobbing. Deep shuddering sobs that go on and on and on. Until --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels twenty-seven percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She wrestles for control. Reels the sobs in. Sucks them back. Forces hard, shallow breaths. Her whole body shakes under the sobbing pressure wanting out. Tears streak down her face. Until, mercifully -- She zones out. Her eyes seeing nothing. The world blurs. Warps. A strange TIME JUMP. Another. Another. The world snaps back into focus. She hasn't moved. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels twenty-one percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She blinks.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(whispering)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Twenty-one... No...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The skittering sound. She whips her head up. Looks around, taking in everything. There's nothing there. The sound is gone. Only her breath remains. Her hollowed eyes look broken. Beaten. People hit by trucks have looked better. Then -- A FLASH of a smiling MAN. Charlie blinks, confused. Disturbed. With great effort, she pulls herself together.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO... MILO, amount of time since connection failed.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Time since connection failure, seventeen-minutes twelve seconds.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's floored.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... I'm losing time...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She shakes her head to clear the fog.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Shit. Shit! Think... someone... someone to help... Someone... Who? Shit! Pull it together! Someone who knows me! MILO, run search for Charlotte Newton.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>There are one thousand two hundred ninety two academic articles authored by and/or citing, four hundred twenty seven referencing news articles, seventeen social media profiles, twenty thousand four hundred and two web site references...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>News articles. News!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Layers of articles appear on the screen. The top one, from THE HOUSTON CHRONICLE, shows a professional picture of Charlie with the headline: HOMETOWN NOBEL PRIZE WINNER TURNING SCIENCE FICTION INTO FACT, and a subheading: TERMINAL FIND HOPE IN LONG TERM CRYOGENICS. Charlie skims.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You're a doctor...? Why would someone wanna kill you?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>More skimming - awards, recognition, praise - until -- She lands on one with a picture of Charlie beside a MAN with a striking jagged scar at his temple, both in formal wear. The caption reads: PICTURED: DR. CHARLOTTE NEWTON AT THE NATIONAL SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY AWARD GALA WITH HUSBAND DR. LEO FERGUSON.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Husband...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's stunned. Another FLASH of a man. The same man from the picture. He's smiling from the basket of a hot air balloon. Holding out his hand.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, search Dr. Leo Ferguson, Houston Texas.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Search results pop up on the screen, including a Facebook profile with a picture of the same scarred MAN. She opens the page. His picture appears, but little else except -- A friendly message from Facebook: TO SEE WHAT LEO SHARES, SEND HIM A FRIEND REQUEST. Argh! The skittering sound. Charlie flinches. Looks around. Presses her palms to her eyes.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(whispering)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Not real... not real...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She focuses on breath control. Returns to the Facebook profile. Selects the photo tab. Scans through images of the man with various PEOPLE. Stops on an image of Charlie with the MAN in an embrace. Deliriously happy. She clicks on it. Studies the picture. Traces his facial scar with her finger. Searches for recognition.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Leo...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The caption reads: SURPRISE MAUI ANNIVERSARY GETAWAY.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, find contact information for Dr. Leo Ferguson, Houston, Texas.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Two listings found.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Call first listing.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>An eternity of silence.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Please connect... please connect... please connect....</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Then --</scene_description>
    <character>RECORDED VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>The cellular number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please check the numb -</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Disconnect. Call second listing.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Another eternity. Then -- The filtered sound of a ringing phone. And --</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(filtered)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hello?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Is Leo there? I need to speak with him.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Uh, no... ummm...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's an emergency. Please!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Who is this?!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm his wife.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A long pause.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Hello?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>CLICK. ON THE MONITOR: Call disconnected at source.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, redial!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>One ring. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Is this some sick joke?!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! Please, I need to find Leo!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Don't call this number again.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>CLICK. CALL DISCONNECTED AT SOURCE appears on the screen.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, redial!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Dialing. A ring. Someone picks up. Disconnects.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Again!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Dialing. Then -- A busy signal. Charlie loses her shit.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCK!!!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And she's pawing at the waist restraint in blind panic. Props herself against it. Tries to heft herself out with all her might.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Let me out! LET ME OUT!!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>It's no use. She searches every inch of the compartment she can reach --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels twenty percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- Paws at the head restraint with the lead wires. Rips one wire out.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Unit damage detected.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She folds the wire. Twists. Folds it again. With her new shorter, much reinforced wire, she traces her fingers along the monitor 'til she hits the side wall. Picks a spot in the angle where monitor meets wall. And -- Scrapes with the wire. She scrapes. And scrapes. Tiny shards of metal fall away. YES!! -- scrape scrape scrape -- -- scrape scrape scrape -- The wire's wearing fast. Now a tiny stub between her fingers. Then -- It's almost nothing. She drops it. Yanks out another wire.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Unit damage detected.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Folds. Twists. Scrapes some more. Tiny curls of metal flake off. The wire's down to a nub. She grits her teeth. Scrapes harder. But -- It's too small to hold onto. She fumbles. It drops. Getting nowhere fast. She wipes sweat from her brow. Leaves behind a trail of blood from her fingernails. She gropes at the arm straps. Finds the I.V. tube. Follows it down to where it disappears into the back wall. And -- Finds a huge hole. A nasty looking RAT sits on its edge, staring at her. She yelps! Throws herself against the far wall. Looks again. There's nothing but wall. She moans. Squeezes her fists. Holds them against her eyes. Wills herself to relax. Looks. Just a tube going into the metal wall. She touches it tentatively, like it might bite. Then -- Paws around the tube, looking for a weakness. Nothing. She follows the tube back down to the needle. Returns to the angle of the wall. Grips the needle, and -- Scrapes some more. -- scrape scrape scrape -- Much more effective! Metal curl bits fly everywhere. -- scrape scrape scrape -- Then -- The BLARE OF AN ALARM.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Warning: Inner breach attempt detected.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- scrape scrape scrape --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Warning: Wilful breach of unit is a federal crime punishable by up to 10 years in prison.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- scrape scrape scrape --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(muttering)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Ten years sounds good to m --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>ZAAAAAAAPPPPP! An electric current jolts Charlie hard against the opposite wall. She cries out.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Breach attempt contained. Life- form preserved. Would you like a sedative?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tears stream down her cheeks. She curls herself into the tomb wall. Shivering, shuddering to control her breath. An eternity of nothing but small hiccups of breath. Then -- A cold realization --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... I'm going to die...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She zones out. The world vibrates. The walls warp. A hard TIME JUMP. Another. Another. Again and again. Mixed with barely discernible flashes of images. Until -- BEEP. Reality smashes back into focus. An ALERT on the SCREEN: INCOMING CALL.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Approve incoming --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>YES! Approve! Approve!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A CLICK. Static. Garbled sounds. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>...arlie, are you there?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! YES! I'm here! MILO, boost signal!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Boosting signal.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(to others)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We got her!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(to Charlie)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Charlie, listen to me. We have the subpoena. I have agents at AlcorWorks now.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The codes!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>We'll have them momentarily. It's almost over, Charlie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She squeaks a reply, holding back emotion. Tears run down her cheeks.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You got me...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(pained)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We got you.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Agent Marlow...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Beat.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Marlow...?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(forced)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Everything's going to be just fine.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Every muscle of Charlie's body tenses.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Something's wrong. Tell me what's wrong.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels seventeen percent.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! No-no-no!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>What's going on, Charlie? Talk to me.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I don't know. I'm losing time. Seeing things.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, listen very carefully. What you're experiencing is isolation induced psychosis. It happens to P.O.W.'s.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No. It hasn't been that long...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>It take as little as fifteen minutes under extreme circumstances to break the average person. And this is pretty extreme.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Your phone. Not in service. Was that real?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>What? No. No! We lost the connection. I've been here ever since trying to get you back.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... How... how do I know you're real now?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>When you first called, I thought you were a prank.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie smiles, grateful. Nods. Then -- Tenses with panic.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Our first call! How do I know that was real?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The stat's monitor alarm BLARES.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(shouting)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Charlie! CHARLIE! Stay with me! Shit! You're spinning. Charlie, you need to ground yourself. Hold on to what you know is real! Shit! Focus on your body. On what you know is real! Find a way to focus on your body--!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Marlow's still yelling, but it's overpowered by violent gasping breaths she can't control. She scrambles for the I.V. wire. Grabs the needle. Screeches as she -- Drives it into her palm. FLASHES of a bedroom. Of LEO mouthing 'I LOVE YOU'.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Injury to life form detected. Status: Non-life threatening.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She drives the needle deeper. Winces. Another FLASH - Leo making mushed funny faces through the glass of a shower stall. Deeper. Then -- She sucks in controlled breaths. Stops fighting the pain. The stats alarm quiets.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Risk of infection. Treating with I.V. antibiotic mixture.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie! Charlie! Talk to me!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Jesus fuck, that hurt!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She cringes as she pulls out the needle.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>What did you do?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Focused on the real.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She sucks on the wound, still wincing.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>How long... how long have I been missing?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You were active on social media three days ago. No one's reported you missing.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I've got a husband. A guy named Leo.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Leo...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Garbled sounds of someone talking to Marlow in the B.G.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Who's that? What's he saying?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing. It's no one.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Someone's with you. What's going on? Is it about Leo? Why isn't he looking for me? Is he okay? Find Leo! He might know who's doing this!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie... I have no record of you ever being married.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What? No... MILO, search for Dr. Leo Ferguson, Houston!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>ON THE SCREEN: No results found. Did you mean Leroy Fergus?</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! It was there!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels sixteen percent.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It was there! MILO, search for Dr. Charlotte Newton, National Science and Tech Award Gala!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The article flicks back on the screen, the one with the picture of her with Leo, only this time, it's just her.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A warning blip on the monitor as her vitals rise.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>He was real. You have to believe me! The woman! I called. She knew him!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>What woman?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Her fingers fly over the touch keyboard. Brings up Facebook results for Leo Ferguson - A couple TEENS, an OLD MAN. No Leo from before.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I dunno. A woman. In my house... I think.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>What did you tell her? The woman?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Nothing! She hung up!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>She knew him! She did! SHE DID!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(a long painful beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>She wasn't real... Leo's not real...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie! Listen to me! I'm gonna get you through this.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie doesn't answer. She shakes her head, destroyed.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, I've been where you are. I know what you're going through.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(through gritted teeth)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Stop with the BS...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>No BS. I was military, Charlie. Spent three months in a hole in the ground...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>He was real...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I know. I know it seems that way. It's your brain trying to get you through this. It can't be trusted. Not right now. But you can trust me. I'll get you through to the other side.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie squeezes her eyes. Pulls at her hair. Moans.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You played lacrosse.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Wha...?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>At school. You were good. Figured you'd want to know something about yourself, and when I looked into you, that stood out.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She takes the distraction bait. Leans against the monitor like a security blanket.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Lacrosse?</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Yeah. Didn't fit with everything else. PhD in bioengineering, grants, awards. You're an impressive woman. Any of this ringing a bell?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... no...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You're a Boston girl. Grew up with a single mother.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She hangs on his every word.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>She still lives in your childhood home.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of the same YOUNG WOMAN from before.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Her name's Linda!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Nothing from Marlow. Charlie deflates.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Her name's not Linda.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>No. It's Marjorie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie groans. Hits her head with her fists.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, it's okay. Just stay with me. (beat) Charlie...?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(still hitting her head)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Keep. Talking. Don't stop...</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You attended Harvard, full ride. Did your residency in Houston.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of Leo, raising his eyebrows - cheeky - in scuba gear. Charlie blinks.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Went on to do your Fellowship at --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Residency. That's where I met Leo.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Another FLASH of Leo. Dead. Laid out in a coffin. Then -- His eyes open. Charlie's on the verge of losing her shit again.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You have to look for him! He's real!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie...</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels fifteen percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie covers her eyes. Moans. Pushes hard on the I.V. palm wound with her thumb. Growls like a wounded dog.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You should have the codes by now! Where are the codes?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>-- You have to hang on. A few minutes more --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>--Stop with the bullshit</dialogue>
    <scene_description>platitudes --!</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>-- We're in this toge --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>-- WHERE ARE THE CODES --?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>-- We're still 20 minutes out! We've almost got you --!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie twitches. Double-takes.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You said you didn't know where I was.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>We don't. I have men at AlcorWorks now getting the codes. Looking into this. Looking into your connection.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You said you were 20 minutes out.</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, you're hearing things. I said I had agents with the manufacturer...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She sucks harsh breaths between her teeth, drowning his words to nothing. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You're lying.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The warning beeps are back. Flashing red lights. Charlie pushes herself hard into the back wall, as far away from the monitor as she can get.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You're doing this to me!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(yelling, over the noise)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Charlie, listen to me! You're under an unbelievable amount of stress. You misheard. I'm on your side --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie covers her ears with her hands.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(screaming)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>MILO, disconnect!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The word DISCONNECTED appears on the screen. Alarms still blare. Charlie squeezes chunks of hair between her fingers, pulling out what's left of her braid as she cradles her head. Her shoulders heave from the pressure of sobs that need to come. But -- She holds them back. Twitches from the strain of forcing controlled breath. Until -- The alarms and lights go quiet. Until all that remains is her breath.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Incoming transmission.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Nothing from Charlie. A beat. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Incoming transmission.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie raises her head. Stares at the monitor with something we haven't seen before. Rage.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Deny.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Transmission denied.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She stares at the monitor.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, replay last 30 seconds of last transmission.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(recorded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>...platitudes!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(recorded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We're in this toge --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(recorded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Where are the CODES?!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(recorded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We're still 20 minutes out. We've almost got you --!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, pause! Rewind two seconds. Play.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She pushes her thumb hard into her palm.</scene_description>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(recorded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We're still 20 minutes out. We've almost got you --!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Pause. Again!</dialogue>
    <character>AGENT MARLOW (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(recorded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>We're still 20 minutes out. We've almost got you --!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Pause.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Incoming transmission.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Deny!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Transmission denied.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie slowly eyeballs every inch of the tank. She snarls.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Can you still hear me?! Are you watching me?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She puts both hands on the monitor. Stares into it.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What do you want?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Incoming transmission.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie narrows her eyes. She's pissed. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You wanna play ball? Let's play. MILO, Accept.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sounds of the call connecting. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What do you want, asshole?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A beat. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(filtered throughout)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hello?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie's stunned.</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Don't hang up. Are you there...? Please answer...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>It's the same woman from before.</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You're in a cyrogenic unit, right?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie pushes hard against the wound in her palm.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Who are you?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You called me looking for Leo.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You're real... He's real!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Listen to me. Listen! We don't have much time. This wasn't supposed to happen. Something must have gone wrong.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I wanna speak to Leo.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You can't. I need you to listen. I can help.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You want me to listen? Put him on the line!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>That's not possible.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Put him on. Now!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Leo is dead.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie reels from shock. Pulls herself together. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You're just as sick as he is. MILO, disconnect.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>No! Wai --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>But she's gone.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Disconnected. Oxygen levels fourteen percent. Incoming transmission.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie growls. Contorts with anguish as she fights to control her breath.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Incoming transmission.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She snarls. Hits the wall. Bares her teeth.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Accept.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, are you there...? Are you there...? Charlie, I can help. I want to help.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I never gave you my name, bitch.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You didn't need to. I knew who you were the second I heard you.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Tell me what you people want or I'm done talking.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I don't know who you've been talking to, but I know what's going on.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm done. MILO, dis --</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I KNOW THE CODES!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie freezes.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Give them to me.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, I will, but you gotta listen --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Now.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You can't use 'em to open the door!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Goodbye. MILO --</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, OKAY! Uppercase NM347 lowercase cda.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, admin override.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Admin override initiated. Enter password.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie types the pass code onto a touchscreen keyboard.</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, don't open it! Please!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Admin over ride complete. Administrator privileges granted.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie shudders with relief.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, disengage locks.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Please! You'll die!! I can prove it!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>It is not advisable to disengage locks at this time. Do you wish to continue?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You'll die...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie waivers.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You have ten seconds.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Thank you... thank you. Just let me explain --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Eight seconds.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Okay! OKAY! Go into system. Find centrifuge controls. Please... if you'd just let me explain --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie finds the controls.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm there.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>They're currently set to one. Change that to...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>...To what?!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Shit! You shouldn't find out this way...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Time's up. MILO --</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>ZERO! Change it to zero!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie changes the numbers. Hesitates over the enter button. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(whispering)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Please, Charlie... Don't.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Pushes enter.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Powering down thrusters.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I'm sorry, Charlie. I'm so sorry...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And -- Locks of Charlie's hair seem to hover mid-air. Charlie stares at them. What the fuck? Her upper body drifts away from the back wall. If she wasn't strapped in at the waist, she'd be free floating! WHAT THE FUCK?! The I.V. needle drifts by her face. She follows it with gawking eyes.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Warning. Long term zero gravity exposure detrimental to life form.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A warble escapes her throat. Tiny bits of broken wire, shards of metal, and droplets of water float all around her.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(whisper)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>... where... where am I...?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>About 40 000 miles from earth.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A high pitched moan escapes Charlie's lungs. The whole frame rotates hard, until -- Charlie's upside down. She in a --</scene_description>
  </scene>
  <scene>
    <stage_direction>INT. CRYOGENIC TANK, 40000 FUCKING MILES FROM EARTH</stage_direction>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... no...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie whimpers --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO! Distance from earth?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Forty-two thousand seven hundred thirty-five miles.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- gags --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! This isn't real. You're doing this! STOP! STOP!!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- fumbles with the settings --</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I'm so sorry, Charlie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- smashes the zero back to one.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Initiating thrust.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie... CHARLIE...!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No response from Charlie. She's on overload. The 'been-hit by-a-truck-and-now-it's-backing-up-to-finish-the-job' type of overload. The bits of wire and debris drop to the floor.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Centrifugal rotation commenced. One G achieved. Oxygen levels thirteen percent.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie! Charlie, please! We don't have much time. You'll be out of communication range soon. You were put in stasis to enable you to complete your mission, but something went wrong.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Nothing from Charlie.</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I can't get you home, but I designed the system, and we might be able to get you back into stasis. Give you a chance. Please...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(croak)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>What mission?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>If we can locate the damage, reroute the affected systems --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie's shock takes a hard left to anger.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What mission?!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>To colonize a planet orbiting Wolf 1061c, fourteen light years from earth. But... you just launched.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No... No. No-no-no-no-NO!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, we have to move fast --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie pushes hard on her palm.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>This isn't real...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A 1st person P.O.V. FLASH of SCIENTISTS, ENGINEERS, MECHANICS working on something, looking to the camera for answers. On the wall, the AlcorWorks logo.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Aghhh...! I worked on it.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! You remember...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Another FLASH - the same lab. In the B.G., two SOLDIERS stand guard at the door. Anger morphs to panic.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It was military! We were messed up with the D.O.D.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Why?! Why military? Why not NASA?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>We'll be extinct in two generations. The public couldn't know.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And back to shock.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(high pitched, vulnerable)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>... Did he know?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Who?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The guy, FBI, I called for help. He was nice. But... he was lying.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Oh Charlie, he'd have to lie. As soon as he searched for anything relating to you, Defense would get involved. Anything he said after that is only what they wanted you to hear.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Why...? I was part of it. Why not just tell me?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>The memory fog. No way to anticipate how you'd react, what memories would come back first. You're a threat. Communicate with the wrong person, and it goes public. Widespread panic. Chaos. They couldn't risk it.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I thought... I thought he was doing this. Keeping me here. Making me think I was crazy. He... he didn't tell me Leo was dead. He told me Leo never existed.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Oh God... Charlie, everything... EVERYTHING, from the moment they became aware you were awake, revolved around making sure you didn't retrieve your memories.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>So he... he was biding time. Counting down the clock. Waiting for me to...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A very painful pause. They both know the answer. Charlie's eyes glaze over. She's so far down the rabbit hole, her brain's on overload.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>But... I am crazy. Time... disappears... I hear things... see things... Things that aren't there.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You're not crazy. Listen. The time loss, it's likely isolation induced. You were never supposed to be conscious inside. But the visions... Tell me what you see.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Uhh... flashes, mostly. Rats. God! And my mother, I think... And Leo.... I found pictures! A surprise honeymoon. We looked happy. But... they disappeared. I'm not sure they were ever real.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>They were real. It was in Maui. I was there, Charlie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A glimmer of joy momentarily crosses her face.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>-- the beach... They made them disappear? How?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>They can do just about anything in the name of National Security. Your first contact would have put into motion a series of security protocols. Remote shutdown of your access clearly failed.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>They'd move on to wiping all potential memory triggers, anything easily accessed, starting with the highest ranked emotional connection. You couldn't have access to anything on Leo.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie swallows hard. Pushes on her wounded palm. A FLASH of a closed coffin.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Leo's real. And he's dead.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie searches for memories. Another FLASH of the project team clearly waiting for her input.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm important! They'll... they'll send someone! You must have designed contingency plans...</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Some losses were expected.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(weeping)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Not this soon. Not within communication range. Oh God...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... but... I'm important...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Nothing but weeping from the other end.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>...No one's coming...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Shock sucks all emotion from her.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels twelve percent.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>We're running out of time.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What happened to him?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>WHAT HAPPENED?!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(weeping harder)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Charlie... Leo died in a car crash a long time ago.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie covers her head with her arms.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No.. NO! He said I've only been gone three days...</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You've been in stasis a lot longer than that.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>How... how long?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>HOW LONG?!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Twelve years.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie swallows. It ain't going down easy. A FLASH of a sectioned tray filled with strange gelatinous creatures.</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I'm so sorry, Charlie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She looks at her hands. Touches her face. It's not adding up. A warning BEEP from the stats monitor.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What have you done to me?! What have you done?! What have you DONE?!!!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>SHUT UP! God damn it! Shut your damn mouth and listen.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie's jaw drops.</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You can waste time and oxygen demanding answers you'll get back once the stasis wears off, and in about ten minutes you'll be out of communication range for good. Then you'll die all alone. Or you can shut up, work with me to fix the problem, and give yourself a chance. I know what I'd choose, but it's your call.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A long pause. Charlie takes a deep breath. And --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Where do we start?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Good. Okay. First we figure out why you got your wake up call.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Overheated CPU. MILO, which CPU?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Heat levels in CPU 142 surpassed accepted parameters.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What is the function of CPU 142?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>CPU 142 monitors and stimulates subject brain activity to avoid cellular atrophy.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Brain atrophy. Did you hear that? Sounds like something I'd like to avoid.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Agreed. You need to isolate a CPU with enough power dedicated to non- essential functions. Shut it down and redirect all brain activity monitoring processes through it.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, list all dedicated processors with non-essential functions.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>All non-essential functions allocated to CPU 694.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, danger to life form if all 694 CPU functions disabled?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Zero danger to life form.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Do it. Disable all current CPU 694 functions.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Disabling.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, reroute all processes performed by CPU 142 through CPU 694.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Data exceeds processing capacity.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Putain de merde! (subtitle: Holy Fucking Shit!)</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Holy fucking shit doesn't sound good. What now?</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Now, we make hard choices. Disable some low priority systems. Find --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Muffled sounds of a doorbell in the BG of the call. Then banging.</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Shit. Time's up! Listen --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! You said --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>More banging.</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>They're here! Listen! Build a workaround. Get back into stasis.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>But do it before oxygen drops below two percent, or you won't have enough to revive!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I can't! I don't know how!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Yes, you do. You have all the answers. Figure out your memory triggers, then find the ones you need!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The sound of a distant explosion in the BG of the call.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's your design! I need you!</dialogue>
    <character>MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Get down on the ground! Now!</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>You don't! Find your memory triggers.</dialogue>
    <character>MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>I said down!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Sounds of a struggle.</scene_description>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN</character>
    <dialogue>Find Leo, Charlie! FIND LEO!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Gunshots.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No...!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Then -- Nothing. On the screen: SIGNAL LOST. Charlie paws at the screen, wide eyed.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... no...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A long high pitched hum escapes her lips. She's just-this- side of a nervous breakdown.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>- hmmmmmm... You can't just do this then go die on me! Oh my God, why did you do this? Why would I let you?! - mmmmm - Oh God, I worked on it. Oh God... God... MILO who authorized Voyager Six Two Seven's mission participation?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Voyager Six Two Seven mission participation authorized by Newton comma Charlotte, Doctor.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Oh God... mmmmm - I did this to myself. Shit. Shit! Okay-okay- okay... Shit. This is good. I worked on it. I know this. Shit. Find Leo. Find Leo? What the hell does that mean? ... mmmmm. Shit!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie bites her knuckle. Squeezes her head.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's in here... All in here.., Gotta get at 'em. How? How?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels eleven percent.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Mmmmm... MILO, show me all low priority system CPU's!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The screen fills with scrolling files. She manically skims through them. Until --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, stop. Explain kinetic regulation.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Kinetic regulation delivers low grade electrical currents to musculature structures to prevent life form muscle atrophy.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>And disabling it would result in...?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>The degeneration of muscular tissues, hindering long term life form survival.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>And that's labeled low priority?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. Life form would survive journey.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>And die when revived.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Life form would survive anywhere from three hours to ten days.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Jesus! That's a big NO! AHHH! I don't have time for this!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She squeezes her eyes shut.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Come on, Leo. You keep showing up in my brain. Now's the time to make an appearance with something useful.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She waits. Nothing.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>ARGH! MILO, narrow results to only processes that can be disabled without decreasing life expectancy.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>There are zero low priority processes that can be disabled without decreasing life expectancy.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>ARGH! She's losing it.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(yells above her head)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hard decisions?!!! Find the memory triggers?! Glad someone knows how to do these things!</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(screaming)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Too bad it's not the chick in the fucking box!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She rubs her palm. Hard.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Aaaaand I'm talking to myself again. And that's the least fucked up thing about this situation!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Harder. Winces from the pain.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Son of a -</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of Leo smiling in greeting as he comes out of an elevator. Charlie double-takes. Stares at her wounded palm. Holy shit! She digs her thumb deep into her palm. Lets out a gasping scream.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You got something I need to know, Leo?! Time for the dead to talk.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She pushes harder. Screams. Blood drips to the floor. And -- A FLASH of Leo in bed, naked. He's smiling playfully, beckoning from under the sheet.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! No! Something useful! Talk to me! Talk to me!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She bares her teeth from the pain.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Come on, you bastard!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Pushes harder. Howls. And -- Nothing. She drops her hand. Frantically gropes around. Then freezes as an idea smashes into her brain. She grabs the I.V. needle. Braces herself against the opposite wall. And --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm out of my friggin' mind!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- scrapes at the edge. Hard. Fast. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Warning: Inner breach attempt detected.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No shit!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Scrape scrape scrape.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Warning: Wilful breach of unit is a federal crime punishable by up to 10 years in prison.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(wincing)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Just do it!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Scrape scrape scrape. And -- ZAAAAAAAPPPPP! An electric current jolts Charlie hard against the opposite wall. But -- She lunges back. Grabs the needle with shaky hands. Scrapes some more.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Give me my damn memories!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>ZAAAAAAAPPPPP! A FLASH of female hands touching the closed top of a casket, as she -- THUD, smacks into the wall. She can barely move. Covered in sweat. Eyes hollowed out. But -- She reaches for the needle. Only -- She's shaking too much. She can't pick it up!</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Please... tell me... please...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She reaches again. Grasps it. Tries to scrape, but -- She can't hold on. It falls from her trembling fingers. She collapses against the wall. Hugs herself tight. Quivering from tears that won't come. It goes on and on. Until finally --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(shaky, high pitched)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>MILO, run search for a Marjorie Newton, Boston.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>No results found.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Heartbreak crosses her face. Then -- Hope. She holds her breath.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, run search for Linda Newton, Boston.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>One result found.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Call contact number.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>No signal detected.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Boost signal.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Boosting signal. Attempting connection.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The sounds of a dial. An eternity. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(filtered, bad connection)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Hello?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(voice cracking)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>... mom...?</dialogue>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Honey, is that you? What's wrong?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tears spring from her eyes. She sniffs them back.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I think you're my mom.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of the young woman making faces as she reads a children's book.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I think I remember you. I want to remember you. I want my mom.</dialogue>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>What? I can barely hear you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of the young woman cooking.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(louder)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Just wanted to hear your voice.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of the same woman, older, clasping her hands in joy and pride.</scene_description>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Charlie, sweetie, what's going on?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of a family dinner table. Kids party hats everywhere.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I don't think anyone's coming.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of the same woman, older, as Leo hugs her.</scene_description>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Who's not coming? Are you alright?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>More FLASHES. Family moments. A funeral. They come fast. Almost too fast to see. Then -- They're gone. Charlie's crying rivers of silent tears.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I tried to find him. I don't know where else to look. I'm supposed to know, but I don't.</dialogue>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Oh baby. I know you miss him. It's not good for you being in that house alone. I'll come down. Or better yet, you come up. Spend some time.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>He won't tell me what to do.</dialogue>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>Are you driving? It's awfully hard to hear.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(shouting)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>No, mom. I'm in trouble.</dialogue>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>What?! You shoul... ...alk whe... ...ou drive...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie presses her lips together 'til they disappear.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No, you're right mom. I'm in a tunnel. I love you.</dialogue>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>...at...? ... an't ..hear... ou...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(shouting)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I love you!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Dead air.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Mom! I love you! Mom?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>SIGNAL LOST appears on the screen.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, reconnect!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>No signal detected.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Boost signal.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>All auxiliary power diverted to communication. No signal detected.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(screaming)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Reconnect! Reconnect!! RECONNECT!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's clawing at the screen. Shuddering against a wave of silent sobs. It goes on and on until -- There's nothing left but her dead stare. And her breath. She just breathes. The walls close in. TIME JUMP. Another. Another. Then -- The world snaps back into focus.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels six percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie slowly comes around. Strangely calm. Haunted. Empty. The skittering sound. She looks down and sees -- A rat's tail disappear around the far end of the thick waist restraint. No flinch. She stares with fascination. A FLASH of Charlie's hands holding a rat as she places it in a cage. The number 17 is written in marker on its side.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You're not here. You're a memory.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>More skittering.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Nobody here... just me...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(pats the monitor)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Me 'n MILO. Rats in a cage...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(long painful beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>MILO, what happens to the human body during deep space decompression?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>During decompression, life form experiences immediate convulsions and paralysis.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie listens. Numb.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Water vapor forms in the soft tissues and venous blood, causing marked swelling of the body to roughly two times its normal volume. Heart rate rises initially, but falls rapidly thereafter. Arterial blood pressure also falls over a period of 30 to 60 seconds, while venous pressure rises due to distention of the venous system by gas and vapor. Venous pressure will exceed arterial pressure within one minute. Circulation will cease. After an initial rush of gas from the lungs, gas and water vapor continue to flow outward through the airways cooling the mouth and nose to near-freezing temperatures; the remainder of the body will follow at a slower rate.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Will it hurt?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>It is estimated that consciousness will likely be retained for nine to eleven seconds, during which, extreme pain is experienced.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No movement. The only sound, her slow, steady breath. Then -- She swallows hard. And nods.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, disengage locks.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>It is not advisable to disengage locks at this time.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie closes her eyes tight. Steels herself.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Override. Disengage locks.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Override sequence initiated. Reenter authorization code.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie groans with weary frustration. Punches 'NM347' onto the touchscreen. And -- A FLASH of Leo being goofy at a Halloween party dressed in old-time prison stripes, a giant ball and chain on his ankle. Charlie's fingers waiver over the touchscreen. She smiles sadly.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels five percent.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Sorry buddy. You're kinda cute, but as far as spilling vital info goes, you're pretty useless.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Punches in 'cda'.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Lock disengage initiated. Prepare for decompression in five...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She settles back. Closes her eyes.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>... four...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of the closed coffin seen earlier.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>... three...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Another FLASH of Leo.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>... two...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Rapid FLASHES of the coffin mixed with flashes of Leo. And in the flashes, the dark wooden coffin flickers to metal.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>...one...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She yelps.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Abort disengage!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Lock disengage aborted.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie quivers with relief. Gapes. Then laughs.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Find Leo! FIND LEO! Car accident, my ass! MILO, how many Voyager units are there?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>There are ten thousand Voyager units.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She double takes. Whoa, these guys don't screw around.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Where are units located?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Unable to determine unit locations. Input variable data.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>UGH! In relation to Voyager Two Six Seven!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>All units located within 90 foot radius of Voyager Two Six Seven.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, can you give me a visual on that?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Visual already established.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie raises an eyebrow.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What!? MILO, establish visual of units.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Visual of cryogenic units already established.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, I don't see anything!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Human ability to visualize is impeded by lack of light source.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I don't understand!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>A light source is needed for the human eye to interpret visual data.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>ARGH! I don't understand!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Would you like me to turn on exterior lights?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What? YES!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Engaging exterior lights.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And -- CLICK. Two beams of light shoot out from the screen in front of her. The monitor's not black. It's see-thru! Through the monitor she follows the beams, eerie as they cut through darkness. And sees -- A CRYO UNIT across from her, a vague human shape visible within. CLICK. Two more beams emanate from the screen, illuminating -- More units. Beside the first. Above. Below. CLICK. More units. CLICK. More. CLICK. A wall of 'em. CLICK. A MASSIVE wall. Vague human shapes in CRYO UNITS stacked and lined in every direction as far as the eye can see. Her jaw drops. She stares in awe. She presses her face to the monitor. Her eyes following the wall of units up -- -- up -- -- to a distant edge, and -- Stars beyond. Lots of stars. Charlie digests. Shaky.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, how many units are still operational?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Eight thousand seventeen fully operational. One thousand nine hundred eighty-three lost.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, is this unit labelled lost?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Voyageur Two Six Seven designation: lost.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Awe slowly morphs to rage.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>How many?! How many are awake in lost units?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>I do not understand the question.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Haw many are awake, you piece of shit?! How many are waiting to die?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>I do not understand the question.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>How many are bottled up? How many are you torturing? How many have you written off as garbage?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>I do not understand the question.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She seethes with frustration. Violently looks away.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, disengage exterior lights!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The world outside the monitor goes black.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Exterior lights disengaged.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She focuses on her breath. Reels in her rage. Until --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(spitting)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>MILO, how many life forms are revived in lost units?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>One.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She wasn't expecting that.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Voyageur Two Six Seven?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Affirmative. Voyageur Two Six seven.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>The others...?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Expired during launch.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie sighs with relief. Only momentarily.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Leo! Is Leo alive?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>I do not understand the term Leo.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Damn it! Give me visuals inside of all units.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Visuals of sleeping FACES appear on the screen at lightning speed.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Slow down!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>They slow. One after another after another --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Uhh...! Narrow search to males.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>- after another after another -</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Limit to uhh... brown eyes!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>- after another after another -</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels four percent.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>AHHH! I don't have time for this!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And -- Another FLASH of a coffin flickering from wood to metal. She flinches. Keeps scanning, panicked. A FLASH of the rat in her hand, the number 17 on it's side. But -- The '17' flickers. Blinks to '542'.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Stop!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The image onslaught stops. Charlie's lip quivers.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Milo. Is unit 542 operational?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Unit 542 fully operational.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She shudders uncontrollably.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Can you give me a visual on that life form?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A visual of a MAN appears on the monitor. He's strapped in. Eyes closed. A light frost coats his body. Charlie studies the image. Touches the screen. His face.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... Where's the scar...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Recognition seeps in.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Leo...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She pushes away from the screen hard. Warning beeps from the vitals monitor. She touches her face. Looks at her hands.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(whispering)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>MILO, how old is Voyager Two Six Seven?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Voyager Two Six Seven is twelve years, forty two days, seventeen hours, fifty six minutes old.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Her mouth hangs open.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO... what is Voyager Two Six Seven...?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Voyager Two Six Seven is a genetic human replication designed for human race propagation.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The words hang in the air. She digests. A tittering laugh escapes her lips. Manic denial. A FLASH of Leo's beaming face among a crowd in an auditorium.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No. No, I have memories... feelings... How...? No...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of rat 17 in his cage.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Memory is recorded through extensive mind mapping but can not be read or processed without the proper scaffolding to interpret the data. Many attempts at memory transfer were made --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>FLASH - Mutated rats. Extra arms, two heads, twisted torsos - all labelled 17-3. Charlie winces.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>-- but attempts were abandoned by the scientific community with a general consensus that transfer to human genetic replication was not possible --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>ANOTHER FLASH - Jelly-like creatures in dishes, all with labels reading 17-12.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>-- until an aggressive personality transfer approach was discovered by Dr. Charlotte Newton.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of Leo in the crowded auditorium.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>This new approach provided the necessary framework. Emotions, being chemical surges in the body that happen in response to experiences --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie's lips mouth the words as MILO explains.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>-- are coded into the body in the form of muscle memory --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of several cages with identical rats, all labelled 17-</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>-- similar to water recording the size, shape, and speed of a dropped stone in the form of ripples.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie's still mouthing the words.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Stimulating the original muscles to excite the memories, the ripples were then recorded onto liquid polymer and stored.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>FLASH - Leo's face in the auditorium crowd holding two thumbs up.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>...no...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>FULL FLASHBACK Leo's face looks on with pride and love from the crowded auditorium.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO (V.O.)</character>
    <dialogue>The process is reversed to install memories at appropriate times in the human replication development.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The shot swings hard 180 degrees to the stage, and we see -- 45 YEAR OLD CHARLIE at a podium giving a lecture.</scene_description>
    <character>45 YEAR OLD CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>This ensures that each memory is delivered with the correct accompanying muscle stimulation and glandular chemical release --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>SMASH BACK TO SCENE</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>-- transforming data into experience --</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Correct. And rendering replication identical to original.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>No reaction. Nothing. It's too much. Until finally --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm a clone...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And she-- Lets loose an anguished guttural wail.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm a FUCKING CLONE!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She smashes her fists against the monitor.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I've never --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>SMASH!</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>-- been out --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>SMASH!</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>-- of this fucking box!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's yowling and bashing the walls.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Expendable --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>SMASH!</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>-- fucking--</dialogue>
    <scene_description>SMASH!</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>-- space garbage!!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie wraps her arms around her head. Massive wailing sobs wrack her body. They go on and on. Until finally -- They subside. She raises her head.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(whispers)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Putain de merde... (subtitle: Holy Fucking Shit...)</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She double-takes. Her mouth falls open.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You little bitch! MILO, play last transmission.</dialogue>
    <character>LINDA (O.S.)</character>
    <dialogue>(recorded)(filtered, bad</dialogue>
    <scene_description>connection) Hello?</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(voice cracking)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>... mom...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie flinches at the sound.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Milo, stop! Play previous transmission.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(recorded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Charlie, are you there...? Are you there...? Charlie, I can help. I want to help.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(recorded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I never gave you my name, bitch.</dialogue>
    <character>OLDER WOMAN (O.S.)</character>
    <parenthetical>(recorded)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You didn't need to. I knew who you were the second I heard you.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, pause transmission. Can you run voice recognition on caller?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Running voice recognition. Caller identification, Newton, Charlotte, Dr., 3871 Inwood Dr., Houston, Texas. Age 61. Born August 1st, 1962, Boston, Massachusetts.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie nods. She already knew.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm you. You, in a box.</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>I hope it hurt when they killed you.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And she's shrieking. And pounding at the walls -</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>YOU PSYCHO BITCH!!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- and pounding -- And pounding. Until -- She's got nothing left. Only her heaving gasps remain.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels approaching critical.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She grows very still. Looks up at the LEO CLONE still on her screen. Touches it.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, record a message for Voyager Five Four Two.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Recording message.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Leo... if you're hearing this, you made it. And, well... I didn't. I'm kinda outta time here. I have all these half-memories... memories of a life I never had. A life with you. And now I'm going to die.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She squeezes back emotion. Pulls herself together.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You're nothing to me. Not really. I've never touched you. Never breathed you in. But I know your scent down to my bones. So... how do I wanna spend the remaining seven minutes of my... MILO, how long have I been awake?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>One hundred two minutes.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... My one hundred and nine minute life? I'll be gone. Without ever having understood what I'm losing... But you... You have to live. Knowing. It wasn't really us... But I still feel...</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(long beat)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>It was real. For me. If that means anything now. It doesn't seem like enough... but what more is there to say? What more can I say? What do I wanna say? What do I want to...? What... do I want...?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>It hits her. BOOM.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I wanna live...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She wipes her face clean of snot and tears.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Fuck that noise. MILO, give me all those low priority processes again!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Endless pages of files appear on the screen. She skims like her life depends on it... 'cause it does.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(as she skims)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Sorry Leo! No time. I may be genetically manufactured to love you, but I don't know you from Adam. Buy me a drink if I get outta this mess.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She pauses, wracking her brain.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, locate... Shit! What is it...?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Can not locate 'shit what is it'.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>AHHHH! Think! A program... a process... a protocol... something that partially revives life form at regular intervals.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Psychological Integrity Protocol partially revives life form at regular intervals to allow for REM sleep.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! That's it! Risk to life form if protocol disabled?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Risk of irreversible psychosis on revival.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Psychosis? Yikes. How great is the risk?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Twenty percent.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Jesus... crazy's better than dead! Do it. Disable Psychological Integrity Protocol, and redirect all remaining CPU 142 functions.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Redirecting.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie yelps with glee.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Holy God, I might just pull this off. Hear that Leo? And there better be wine packed away in this crate, cause we're gonna celebrate. Although technically, we're really under age.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Data exceeds processing capacity.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>... Argh! ...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She scans more files like crazy.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Okay, I'm already going in with a chance of crazy-town. Let's see what other horrific risk I can add to my arrival loot bag.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A warning beep. And --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels three percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>FLASHING RED LIGHTS fill the unit. The monitor lights up with a giant O2 indicator deep in the red zone.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, what the hell?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Chance of survival below acceptable parameters. C.E.P. initiated. Thirty seconds to delivery.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What the hell is C.E.P?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Compassionate Euthanasia Protocol. Twenty-nine...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What?! Override!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Can not override C.E.P. Twenty- eight...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie's freaking.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You have got to be friggin' kidding! MILO, delivery how?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Intravenous delivery. Twenty- seven...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie looks at the inside of her elbow.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It's disconnected!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Secondary unit functioning. Twenty- six...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Secondary? AGH! MILO, release waist restraint!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Command not recognized. Twenty- five...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>AHH! MILO, disengage harness.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Command not recognized. Twenty- four...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Disengage the damn seat belt!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Command not recognized. Twenty- three...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Damn it! I know this! I'm supposed to know this!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Twenty-two... Would you like a sedative?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>NO! Damn it.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Twenty-one...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, display unit specs!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Displaying unit specifications. Twenty...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Charlie pours over the diagram.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Nineteen...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Zooms in. Rotates it.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Where is it? Where is it?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Eighteen...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>You bastard!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Seventeen...</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! MILO, disengage Thoraxel Med- Ring.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Sixteen... Disengaging Thoraxel Med- Ring may result in injury. Do you wish to proceed?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! YES!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Fifteen... Disengaging.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The waist restraint lights up. A whirring is heard.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Fourteen...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>It pulls apart at the middle, receding into the wall. Slowly.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Thirteen...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Very slowly.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Come on, come on!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Twelve...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's prying it apart with her hands.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Eleven... Unit damage detected.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She lets loose a anguished bellow as she pries harder --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Ten... Warning: Wilful damage to unit is a federal crime punishable by up to 10 years in prison. Nine...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- and harder -- -- until --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Eight...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The arms retract into the wall. Charlie -- Slides down the wall --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Seven...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- Get's wedged in the middle --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Six...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- curls her shoulders -- -- drops her arm as low as it can go --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Five...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- fumbles for the leg restraint -- -- rips it off --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Four...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- yelps -- -- hoists herself back up --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Three...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- drops her arm down the other side --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Two...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- grabs the other leg restraint --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>One...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- rips it off -- And -- An I.V. comes away with it. The clear liquid inside suddenly clouds with blue. The flashing lights cease.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>C.E.P. delivered.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And Charlie's laughing. And crying. And laughing some more. She hoists herself back up.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Elevated heart rate. Would you like a sedative?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>This makes her laugh harder.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(grumbling)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>You need permission to administer a damn sedative, but not a lethal injection?! Jesus Christ!</dialogue>
    <parenthetical>(louder)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Leo, you hearing what I have to deal with here?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Her laughter subsides.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Let's finish this!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She whacks the monitor hard.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>And MILO, if you try to kill me one more time, I'm gonna finish the job for you and take you out with me. Got it?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Willful damage to this --</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Shut up and bite me.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She wipes sweat off her face.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO what CPU controls euthanasia protocols?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>CPU 67536 designated for euthanasia protocols.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What else runs through it?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>CPU 67536 designated for all doomsday scenarios.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>So all scenarios where you're required to kill me.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Good! Disable all doomsday scenarios.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Disabling doomsday scenarios is against the U.N. Ethical Medical Practices Act and could result in life form subjected to any of three thousand nine hundred and twelve slow death scenarios that fall under the definition of cruel and unusual torture.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>In other words, you won't kill me even if I beg.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>That is correct.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She rolls her eyes holy-fuck-I-hope-I-know-what-I'm-doing style. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Do it!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Disabling doomsday scenarios.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Does that provide enough power to reroute damaged functions?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Yes.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Do it!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Rerouting remaining processes from CPU 142.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I think we're still recording. You hearing this, Leo? Forget the wine. I need a Valium!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Would you like a sedative?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No! Will the workaround work?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Unable to calculate. Recommend running test simulation.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Do it!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Test simulation not recommended.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Oh, you've got to be kidding me! You just recommended it!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Minimum time to complete simulation, twelve minutes.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Maximum time remaining with current oxygen levels, seven minutes thirty two seconds.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Gotcha. No test run. MILO, start life form stasis reentry protocol.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Can not complete request. Life form off line.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>ARGH! Explain!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>All systems not connected to life form.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>What's not connected?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Intravenous life support offline. Thoraxel Med-Ring offline. Brain activity offline.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She glances warily at the head strap and the missing wires. Shit.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Easy stuff first, Charlie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Looks down at her feet and sees -- The I.V. line filled with blue liquid. Looks at the arm I.V line.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, does life form require both I.V.s?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Affirmative. Line one for nutrients, line two for stasis management. Oxygen levels critical.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Okay. Okay --!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Again, she looks down at her feet, but this time she sees -- -- the I.V. tube tangled in -- An ARMY OF RATS. She squeals. Leaps away in blind terror, bashing her head against the top. She shimmies up the sides with her feet, her head and shoulders curled tight into the far end. There's nowhere for her to go! A series of panicked yelps. The ALARM BLARES. The monitor lights up with her off-the- chart stats.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Not real! NOT REAL! NOT! REAL!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's saying the words, but she sure ain't believing 'em. She 'acks' out shrill attempt at words. Wrestles for control of her breath. The rats stare back at her. A FLASH - The mutated rats. Extra arms, two heads, twisted torsos.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It wasn't me! IT WASN'T ME!!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The rats just stare.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Memories. You're memories! Not here...! Not real...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She cringes. Winces. Lowers her feet into the horde. They crawl all over her feet, their tails like little snakes.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(squeaking)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Shit! God! Fuck!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She squeezes her eyes tight. Stands firm. Twitches with the feel of them.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels critical.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>...not real not real not real...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Then, she - Crouches as low as she can get. Reaches down. Plunges her hand into their midst. Paws around. Retrieves the I.V.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(through gritted teeth)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>MILO, expel all liquid in the IV tube!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Expelling fluids.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The blue fluid squirts out. It sizzles as it hits rat flesh. They squeal in pain. Charlie cringes at the sound as they writhe around her hand and feet. Fumbles with the IV needle.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Not real... not real... MILO, you're not gonna poison me again, are you?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Doomsday scenarios disabled.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>They better be.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Attempts to insert it into her ankle blind. Hisses with pain.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I've got a funny idea of what the word easy means. Shit. Shit. MILO, can you give me a visual on my left ankle?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Her left ankle appears on the monitor. No rats. Her face is pressed right up against the screen.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No rats... No rats...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She fumbles around using the visual as a guide. Inserts. Winces as she misses the target.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Son of a bitch!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Tries again. And -- Nails it! YES! But -- A half-burned dying rat sinks its teeth into the fleshy part of her palm. She cries out. Elbows herself back up. Smashes them with her heel hard. Over and over. And over and over.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>It! Wasn't! Me!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Until -- She looks down. There's nothing there. Her breathing morphs to a slow pant. The warning alarm dies.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Friggin' memories. MILO, engage Thoraxel Med-Ring!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Engaging.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The waist restraint extends from the wall, slowly closing around her waist. As it does -- She eyes the arm I.V. warily. Closes her eyes.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>No rats this time, Charlie. No rats, no nothing. Okay?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She opens her eyes. Holds her breath. Reaches out. And -- All is normal. She snatches the I.V. by the needle. Lets out a relieved sigh. Inspects the needle, concerned.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, man, you couldn't have electrocuted me before I dulled this?!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She makes a fist, raises her arm. She steadies the needle, grits her teeth, and -- Hesitates. Cleans it between her lips. Squeezes her fist again, and -- Jabs it in. She misses the mark. Droplets of blood appear at the jab site.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels critical.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She groans. Pushes her body weight against the wall to squeeze her upper arm. Tightens her fist. Her veins stand out. Sweat coats her face. Her hand shakes as she lines up the needle and -- Slides it in.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The waist restraint is still closing. She grabs the head restraint with its missing wires. Straps it on.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Please work, please work, please work...! MILO, is brain activity monitor functioning?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Negative. Receiving readings from only two of six electrodes.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Shit! Shit shit shit-shit-SHIT!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She rips it off. Pulls the whole thing as hard as she can, until --</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Please don't break, please --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>-- the lead wire base pulls down from the ceiling and hangs. She fumbles with one of the wires. Unwinds it into three strands. Rips one out. MacGyvers the hell out of it by connecting the thinner wires to the empty electrodes and the base.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels critical.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Straps it back on.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Is it online?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Negative. Four of six electrodes active.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She yelps. Rips it off again. MacGyvers some more. Straps it on -- And --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Brain activity monitor online.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>YES! But -- The waist restraint is still closing!!! ACK!</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>ARGH! You can shoot me fourteen light years into space, but it takes twenty damn minutes to close a waist restraint?! Come on!</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And it clicks into place. She cries out with joy!</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Thoraxel Med-Ring online.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! MILO, oxygen levels?!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Oxygen levels zero point six-two percent.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She winces. Shit. A gut punch would have been easier to take. She takes a deep breath.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, is there any chance I'll survive revival...?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>No.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Another gut punch. Ouch. She nods. As much as the head restraint will allow. Stiff upper-lipping it. It's over.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Leo? Hey, Leo. Looks like we're not gonna be able to get that drink. So look...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A lone tear streams down her cheek.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>I'm not the only one. Lost. There are others. Don't spend too much time twisted up about me, okay? Find someone. Someone who will...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A long beat.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, end recording.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Recording terminated.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She closes her eyes. Resigned to her fate.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(whispering)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Goodbye Leo...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She breathes. -- in... and out... -- in... and out... The O2 indicator numbers on the monitor scroll down and down. -- in... and out... -- in... and out... Then -- Charlie's eyes open wide.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Others... MILO, how much oxygen remains in lost units?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>One thousand nine hundred eighty- two lost units remain at full oxygen reserve.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, repeat.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>One thousand nine hundred eighty- two lost units remain at full oxygen reserve.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <parenthetical>(high pitched)</parenthetical>
    <dialogue>Reroute oxygen from lost units to unit Two Six Seven.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She holds her breath.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Reroute can not be completed at this time. Access to individual unit controls security restricted.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She winces. Gut punch number three. Her body quivers with soundless sobs. The O2 indicator scrolls down and down. Then --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>It will take approximately fourteen thousand two hundred twenty-seven minutes to override security restriction. Recommend stasis reentry to preserve life form while override is performed.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She double-takes. Catches her breath. Holy shit!</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO...?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Would you like to commence stasis reentry protocol while I perform security override?</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And she's grinning. And laughing. And bawling.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes! YES! I'd kiss you if you had lips! Commence stasis protocol!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Commencing stasis protocol. Would you like a sedative?</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Yes. Yes I would!</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Administering sedative. Commencing transfusion of cryoprotectant for vitrification.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's drifting off.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Commencing security restriction override. Core temperature 98.2.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, I'm sorry for hitting you.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Apology accepted.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Really sleepy.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, what's it like? The planet?</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Wolf 1061c has an orbital period of 17.9 days, and an estimated surface gravity of 1.6 times that on Earth. Its mass is about 4.3 times that --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>Eyes half-closed.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>Stop. Tell me about that beach on Maui.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Kapalua Bay is a crescent shaped white sand beach located on the north-west side of the island.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>A FLASH of Leo smiling lovingly, somewhere sunny.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>It is protected by two coral reefs. The aquatic life forms include butterfly fish, parrot fish, damsel fish, surgeon fish, moorish idol, tang, wrasse, box fish, perch --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She's almost out. Her eyes close. But --</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Trigger fish, goat fish, porcupine fish, hawk fish, scorpion fish, jacks, cornet fish --</dialogue>
    <scene_description>She fights her way back to consciousness.</scene_description>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO, rename Voyager Two Six Seven, Charlie.</dialogue>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Voyager Two Six Seven renamed Charlie.</dialogue>
    <character>CHARLIE</character>
    <dialogue>MILO... thank y...</dialogue>
    <scene_description>And she's out.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Good night, Charlie.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>All is quiet.</scene_description>
    <character>MILO</character>
    <dialogue>Core temperature 92.3.</dialogue>
    <scene_description>The screen dims. As it does, words appear: Security restriction override running. Powering down unit to hibernation mode. Core Temperature 73.6. Oxygen levels: 0.378% The core temperature numbers scroll down and down and down. Ice crystals form on Charlie's skin. And -- As the screen dims to black, the oxygen runs down to - Zero. All is dark but a dim green glow. And with that, we --</scene_description>
    <character>FADE OUT</character>
  </scene>
</script>

Summary: A woman awakens in an airtight medical cryogenic unit, and discovers that she is trapped and that the unit's oxygen levels are falling rapidly. Suffering from memory loss, she does not remember who she is or how she got there. She is assisted by an advanced AI named M.I.L.O. (Medical Interface Liaison Officer), but it refuses to open the cryo unit without an administrator code. Using M.I.L.O., she is able to transmit outside the pod and contact emergency services. She provides them with the cryo unit's model and serial number, which are printed on the interior. Upon contacting the manufacturer they are told the unit was destroyed three years prior. Unable to recall her memories, she looks for clues about her past by searching for pictures and articles from M.I.L.O. and finds her name, Elizabeth (Liz) Hansen. She realizes she is a cryogenic doctor. She finds her husband, Léo Ferguson, and his contact number by accessing her social media, but when she calls his number a woman answers. She tells the woman that she is Léo's wife and demands to speak to him. The woman seems confused and hangs up. As the oxygen level continues to fall, Liz begins hallucinating and tries to open the pod, only to receive an electric shock. She then receives a call back from the police but suspects they are hiding something from her, and disconnects. The unknown woman she called earlier rings and tells her that Léo is dead. She also gives her the administrator code to open the pod, but tells her that if she opens the pod, she will die. Liz uses the code to give herself administrator access, but stops short of opening the pod when the unknown woman begs her to listen. Following the woman's instructions, Liz accesses controls for a centrifuge, and turns the centrifuge off. She begins floating weightlessly. After a brief explanation, it is revealed that she was placed into hypersleep 12 years ago, and has just embarked on a 34-year journey to a planet 14 light-years away. The mission is secret and mankind will be extinct in the near future due to a deadly virus – the virus that killed Léo. Heartbroken, she learns that the awakening was due to a processor overheating, and realizes she must divert the functions of the processor to a less sophisticated processor assigned to non-essential functions, but fails since the data exceeds that processor's capacity. As time passes and with the oxygen level fading, she prepares for suicide by attempting to open the pod. Shortly after, she discovers Léo is also in hypersleep in the damaged spaceship together with nearly 10,000 others, but she notices he lacks a scar on his forehead that he had before. Upon further investigation, through a video of a presentation  by an elderly version of her, it is revealed that she is a genetic clone with the original Elizabeth Hansen's personality and memories implanted, including memories of Léo. The woman she has been speaking to on earth designed the hypersleep units, but the call disconnects as the spacecraft moves out of communications range. M.I.L.O. activates a euthanasia protocol due to a perceived zero percent chance of survival; however, Liz manages to deactivate the euthanasia processor and successfully reassigns the malfunctioning processor's functions to it. As her oxygen level counts down to zero, Liz manages to reroute oxygen from the pods containing dead colonists, and M.I.L.O. puts her back in hypersleep. The clones of Léo and Elizabeth are then shown on their new home planet, smiling and embracing each other.