Being A Character

    I've been dwelling a lot, it's been so long since I've sat down in a coffee shop and just written. There is something about being an author and having control over a story that I thoroughly enjoy. But as of late, I haven't had any time to write. Either school, ministry, fellowship or just plain sleep seems to get in the way. I wasn't worried about my lack of creativity lately until I started thinking about it this morning. Writing, painting, filming: all my greatest hobbies have been on hold for almost a year. So instead of being the author, the artist, or the director, I've been the character. I've been the work of art. A character in God's story.
    Anyone ever wonder when their story will begin? Where it's going? When life will finally start? I've been wondering a lot when my story will begin, but I realize now, my story began a long time ago. I'm only between chapters. It feels a lot like there are too many blank pages between the chapters but as a character I cannot see the whole story. It's really frustrating and has had be down lately. Especially when I read the back cover and see one thing, but as my story plays out, it's something entirely different. Or when I peek over into my friends stories and see that they seem to be ahead of me in their story. But it isn't a competition.
    Honestly I've never felt so out of control in my life. But for the first time in weeks, I'm realizing I am not supposed to be in control. That is the Authors job. This mysterious life doesn't get any clearer, but getting used to that isn't easy. So I am a young woman, with no clear direction in life, and that's okay. I may not be able to see the path or where it's leading, but God does, and He's directing me exactly where I should be, so here's to not reading ahead, changing books, and getting through life one page at a time.

    This Bible verse has been coming up, just about every day in my head since God revealed it to me three months ago, so I've decided it's my theme verse, and pretty much my favorite.
    Romans 12:12 - NIV
      "Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer."

    These happen to be the three things I have been struggling with the most. It's hard to be joyful, often I feel like I've lost all hope. Patience isn't easy, but there also isn't anything else I can do. And faithfulness, I certainly don't spend hours on my knees everyday in prayer, and when I do spend time in prayer, if often feels selfish, asking for direction in my life, hoping certain friendships will go a particular way, begging for a task as follower of Christ - worshiper, wife, artist, author, anything. But that is exactly why I am waiting. Whatever God has for me, it isn't right now. My job right now is to do the best with what I've been given.

  Basically this is a long entry to say that like everyone else, I struggle. But I'm getting through it and I trust God will take care of me where ever he leads me. "Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see." -Hebrews 11:1 It's time to take steps out onto the water and continue as a character in the Holy One's perfect story.

Transformation

This summer, it truly has been a wonderful summer and I'm partially sad to see it go as the weather changes. I never thought I could ever be so on fire for God like I have been this summer. I've always loved God, had the desire to get to know Him better, but I was too comfortable with where I was at. Around April I made a decision to not stay in that stagnant place any longer. My heart yearns to know Jesus more! I feel shameful that it took me nearly 20 years to finally run hard after Christ and His plan for me. I'm not saying this summer has been easy and full of clarity. It certainly has been a heart wrenching summer. Pastors, leaders, and people that I've grown up with, known nearly my entire life, moving on, moving away, out for the Glory of God. Being called to a different mission. Their time is done here in this desert, and the part I struggle with is not seeing thing clearly. Not understanding how we will stand without them. But God hasn't revealed it yet for a great reason I'm sure. I'm thinking He really wants his people to depend and trust in Him while we go through these changes that hurt so much. In my own life I have been learning so much on faith, trust, and patience. A journey that is not nearly over. It has hurt more lately than usual, the uncertainty of my future, my career, relationships, "love", ministry. It certainly has been trial and error lately but most importantly, aside from trying to understand so desperately what God has planned for me, I have been really struggling with just letting go. Letting God's will take place over my life. I try and control situations, manipulate things to go at my own pace, but God has a different plan. God knows what's right for me and has His perfect timing. Oi. Patience is a killer. But God keeps telling me it will be worth it. In the words of Casey Kendal, a loved pastor whom I respect so much because of his heart to serve, "Waiting is worth it when God is in it!" I pray everyday that God will give me the strength to endure this long period of waiting. It most of the time feels like the hardest thing I have ever had to do. But I have to make sure my desires don't distract me from what God has planned. I really am going to miss each and every one of the people who are leaving. Some might not even know it because we don't know each other hardly at all, but every single one of them had something I admired about them and aspire to be like. They have a passion for Christ and living out His will for their lives. Talents they use for the glory of God. I only hope that as the summer comes to end, that my fire for Jesus won't die. I desire to burn hard through the winter and the next seasons of my life until the day I die. No one will be mistaken for what I believe. I still have so much more to grow, to learn. And hopefully one day I can be like these godly ladies who are moving on and living out the call for Christ in the their lives. Not to say that I hope I move away one day, I'm sure God has me staying behind for a reason. But my transformation isn't nearly over. And I am so excited to see what the Lord has in store for me. Hopefully my impatience doesn't get ahead of me.

Waiting rooms

    Sitting in a waiting room. How many stories there must be. Many are probably cliche but ever person is unique and every person has a story. I love people and their stories. I love to listen to what they've gone through and how it's shaped them into the person they are today. 

   An older gentleman is sitting here in a wheel chair. One could put it off and simply say he's some old guy waiting for a check-up here at the doctors office. But I look at the ware in his eyes as he stares intently at the electrical closet. He isn't interested in the TV. He isn't looking around trying to find some way of occupying his mind like many of us young people. No he already has stories in his past to dwell on. The chaos of children and blabby adults around him bothers him none. His leathered skin speaks of hard work in his younger years out in the sun. No time for the latest greatest in today's technology. Sometimes what we've been through is so much more important. The sadness in his slouch, he seems tired. Tired of life. Tired of daily issues that no longer have relevance as an older man. Just some things I observe. Perhaps the joy is missing. The joy of Christ and the life to come when knowing Him. I take this moment to pray for him that he knows Christ. No one should be so worn, so sad, so disconnected from what is around and be lost to hope. The hope of heaven. 

   Any number of things could be going on. And observation is probably hardly a glimpse into what his life may be like. But I know his life is unique and he has a story. I only wish I could have heard it before he left. Maybe one day I'll ask the next person who seems to have a story.  Though we all have stories. But who is willing to share?

   Just some thoughts....

Writing Therapy - Pt 2: Growing Pains

   I must be growing because so much has been changing and it doesn't always feel good. What can one say when they love so much that it hurts? I love people. I love fellowship. Most importantly, I love serving Jesus. It's been hard with the changes going on around me to find where I fit. Just when I feel I've been put in a place that I belong, a place where I learn about new people and make new friends, a ministry that I can truly use my talents to bless the Lord, things change and I get moved elsewhere. All I can gather is the Lord has a better plan for me. I didn't think it could get better, sometimes I fail to see that life isn't in my control. I don't hold the universe in my hands and wield great cosmic power. But I have faith and trust in the God who does. God is preparing me for something. I'm trying to rid of the fear that may be holding me back. The fear that takes me to dark places. Scripture is so comforting right now in the midst of these battles. I pray that sweet comfort ever leads.
   I used to have this great idea planned out for my life. I always knew that it more of a dream rather than reality, but truth is, I never thought of reality coming my way either. I always avoided the thoughts of what I might actually have to do with my life. Until recently. Suddenly I'm excited for reality. The reality that I am a human vessel for the Lord's work. While the 'how' is still a mystery, along with the 'when', I know that it's the direction my life is headed.
  'Patience is a virtue' they say. Well, patience is something I have a feeling I will struggle with for the rest of my days. There is that and so many other things I am working on in my life. Letting God mold me too. It hurts a bit, but I did ask Him to do it. I can only blame myself. Plus, with and artist like Christ, there has to be something beautiful in the end. I'm hoping for a crystal clear picture of Christ. They may be high standards, but God shouldn't settle for anything less.

Writing Therapy #1

 It truly is an outlet for me when I'm stressed. Not just bad stress, but even when I'm filled with the kind of stress of being incredibly excited and unsure of the future do I find myself scribbling words into my journal.
  I was reading a blog this morning that was so incredibly encouraging, by a friend I knew in high school and still see from time to time these days at church. Her blog is thewindbecomesasonnet.wordpress.com and it was titled From Emotions to Words. I can relate all to well what she said about having family that loves her, feeling overcome with doubt, etc. There is such a huge mystery up ahead for me. I wish I had her boldness and knowledge of going out and doing what the Lord has called her to do. She is an inspiration to me right now stepping out into the unknown. Everyone steps out into the unknown everyday I suppose but not moving states away from your family. Not when you love them so.
   I've been presented with a similar opportunity that I haven't shared with a whole lot people. Mostly because "it doesn't seem it will actually happen. It's too good to be true. It's a long time in Europe to not be with family. Their must be someone better suited for the job than me. God couldn't possibly want me to take off for two years and serve him oversea's". Doubt.
   Many may not know this but I am filled with doubt often. Everyone might relate - Doubt I'll ever finish school, doubt I'll ever get a career in film, doubt that film is what God really wants me to do, doubt I'll ever get married, doubt I'll ever have children, doubt I'll ever be somebody Jesus can be proud of. People don't know it, but these things are always on the back of my mind behind the smile that is so easily seen.
   I was talking to my mother one night when I was at one of my most hopeless and doubtful moments and as we cried and prayed together she reminded me that God has a great plan for me and I need to keep my eyes on pleasing Him rather than pleasing others or myself. It's hard letting go of the earthly things you desire to accomplish and trusting Him completely with your life in His hands but He is an awesome God, yet still I struggle. My God is the greatest Father I've ever known and ever will, though sometimes I actually come across the thoughts, "Is He enough?", "Can He truly be the Father I've always wanted or needed?". My real father hasn't ever been around. In fact, I don't believe he ever had any kind of love for me, not enough for him to try and be apart of my life. It may have left me with some abandonment issues. It's been two decades and I am still dealing with it, still struggling. My mother married a great man a few years after that I am proud to call my father. But in creeps those thoughts of wondering if he ever loves me like a "true" father would. In creeps thoughts of what it would be like to have that 'nuclear family' everyone else seems to have: parents that everyone compares your appearance to, siblings whose personalities are that of a relation that can only be blood. How I envy the family photo's of people and you can certainly tell they are all related. But why do I envy that so? Such faulty thinking when I think of family and friends who have gone through such hard times, so much worse than I. I truly am blessed with a father who loves and takes care of me. If i ever find myself in trouble he would be there in a second.
   I have a brother who's dad died two years ago. Liver failure. My brother didn't know him well. He had never been in the picture until a year or two before he died. He had crossed the country though, just to get to know his son before he moved on. I have no idea what my brother thought of all of it. We don't ever talk about it. Like me he never had the chance to grow up knowing his real father and what it would have been like, which may be part of the reason as to why we are so close.
   As you can see 'father' is on my mind a lot. My fathers, the fathers of others. Knowing what it 'should' look like and not having it- it's jealousy, conceit, complete and utter sin.
   "My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Father's hand. I and My Father are one." John 10:29 & 30. He is the greatest Father we could ever hope for. And He is preparing a place in eternity for us. Who can ask for a better father than that? Who needs tangible, when you have eternal!
    My mother promised me one day that I would be married and have a family. Whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter. But if God does send me a righteous man to go through life with me and have children with I hope and pray that he not be like that 'picture perfect' father I've always been so jealous of. With his faults and fair share of hard times, I pray he is a man like David. So in love with God. A man like Paul, seeking to tell other about His glory. A man like John, Stephen, James, and Peter who gave their lives! For Christ! For His name's sake! That isn't picture perfect. God is the Perfect Picture that we all must strive after.
   Adult life is hard. No one ever tells you it's this difficult. In fact, most say 'it's fun'. And it has its moments. But even with such heavy things that dwell on my heart, I know that God lifts my burdens and the uncertain future isn't going to get any clearer so I'm buckling my seat belt and riding off by faith. It is what God would have me do.
   'But the fruit of the Spirit is Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self Control. Against such things there is no law.' Galatians 5:22


         Thank You God, for saving me!













 

The Core - Pilot - Act 4

So, like I've mentioned before, don't forget to leave comments, but most importantly, enjoy the story. It's very much fun to write. :) I know it's short. But it's the icing on the cake right? You tell me.  ;)

ACT IV

46. INT. SCOTT LIVINGROOM – NIGHT

The sound of rain begins as NANCY tends to JON and PAUL’s bandages and JON and PAUL sit on the couch drinking hot tea. JON and PAUL only had minor scratches, nothing broken.

NANCY

Did anybody get seriously injured?

PAUL

One of my lab techs had a lung collapse. She’s in the hospital right now in critical condition.

JON

I can’t imagine the repercussions this is going to have on your research.

PAUL

It will put us back six months. But we will get through it.

NANCY brings ice packs to PAUL and JON. MUSIC begins here to set a tone for the MONTAGE coming up.

EXT. ECHO CITY STREETS – NIGHT

RAIN is pouring down, and water rushing through the street. MICHAEL and CODY wearing raincoats stand under a streetlight waiting for DARIUS who approaches them.

DARIUS

The weather didn’t call for a storm.

MICHAEL

You’d be surprised how often the weatherman gets it wrong.

DARIUS

Come with me.

MICHAEL and CODY follow DARIUS down the street in the rain. The MUSIC is still going.

47. INT. O’NIEL PENTHOUSE – NIGHT

Through the rain covered window we see kids still having a fun time at the party. We zoom in on STELLA, NOAH, and SEBASTIAN laughing and dancing. Across from them SIERRA and EVAN are dancing together but EVAN clearly has his eyes on STELLA and is watching her intently.

48. INT. JON’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

JON walks in rubbing the bandage around his arm. SAM pats him on the back in sympathy and exits the room. JON takes off his silver jacket tossing it aside and looks up in a mirror in his room. The MUSIC is still going. He grabs a near by pair of scissors and begins cutting his long hair off.

TO BLACK:

49. INT. JON’S CLOSET – NIGHT

The door opens and JON, shirtless and with short hair, bags up black clothes to get rid of.

CUT TO:

50. INT. DEVOLA ENTERPRISES ELEVATOR – NIGHT

MICHAEL, CODY, and DARIUS wait as lights flash from the elevators movement. The door opens and they step through-

51. INT. I.C.O.P. – NIGHT

DARIUS leads them through a large open and matted area. Weight equipment and punching bags lay around the edge of the room where mirrors are on the walls.

DARIUS

Welcome to I.C.O.P. Not to be confused with the breakfast franchise. This is where you are going to train, here at the Internal Core Operations Point.

DARIUS leads them to a ‘conference’ looking room.

DARIUS

When times get tough meetings will be held.

DARIUS then leads them to a small room with two cots.

DARIUS

And in the mean time, you can sleep here, just until something more suitable is found.

MICHAEL

This seems a little much for just me.

DARIUS

This isn’t just for you MICHAEL. A source of mine says there are three of your kind, just in this city. Including you. Our goal is to find the other two.

MICHAEL

I guess this is it. My future is changed forever.

MICHAEL Takes off his coat and THE CORE SYMBOL is seen on his SHOULDER.

52. INT. SCOTT APARTMENT HALLWAY – NIGHT

Just outside his bedroom door JON walks in holding the two bags and sets them down. JON’s phone begins ringing and he pulls it out to see JORDAN calling. He answers it.

JON

Hey.

JORDON (V.O.)

I got your message.

JON

I’m sorry about that.

JORDON

I know this is hard for you when everyone you know is gone.

JON

I may have overreacted by calling you.

JORDON

I trust you will make new friends at this school. But you’ll always be distant if you hold on to the idea that we’re still friends.

JON

You know when Michael ran away, all I could think was that I was happy to have you all to myself. But now I don’t even have you.

JORDON

Maybe it’s time you leave your old life behind. Forget about Michael. He cared more about finding his birth parents than staying here with his real family. And forget about me. I’ve moved on- you should too.

JON

And you’re completely right. I guess this is goodbye for the last time.

JORDON

Goodbye Jonny.

JON clicks the phone off and stares at it. The music ends and as he exhales the phone falls through (as in literally passing through, the impossible kind of passing through) his hand and he gasps.

END OF PILOT

The Core - Pilot - Act 3

So, If you've read the first few acts, you may wanting to know what happens next. So here is Act 3, but when I post the last act, it may be a while before I post anything on the second episode. I hardly have the first act done. So Yeah. :) Don't forget to leave comments when you are done reading.

ACT III

35. EXT. DEVOLA LABS BACK ALLEY – DAY

DARIUS is in his lab coat to take a break in the back alley. A young guy strolls through dressed in mostly black, his t-shirt in bold letters ‘NO ANIMAL TESTING’. DARIUS see’s the knife in his hand.

DARIUS

Great. You must be here to save the animals.

GUY

You have no right keeping them in there like that. What your doing is torture!

DARIUS

What we’re doing is helping you idiots to live longer.

The Young Guy runs to attack Darius. Darius stretches out his arm and stops the guy with one hand on the guy’s shoulder.

DARIUS

You really don’t want to do this.

The guy pushes Darius’ arm away and stabs him with the knife. Realizing what he’d just done he backs up slowly.

DARIUS, with pain on his face, stands up straight keeping eye contact with the guy and pulls out the knife. He then looks down to see blood on the lab coat.

DARIUS

I just got this coat dry-cleaned. Now the blood is never going to come out.

The guy bolts in the other direction, freaked out. Darius suddenly appears around the corner startling the guy.

DARIUS

You come here to save animals but suddenly human life is not important? You need to get your priorities straight.

DARIUS begins to fight the guy with very precise movements as though he’s been doing this a long time. He manages to maneuver the guys arm behind him and slams him into the alley wall the camera going black.

CUT TO:

36. INT. BACK ALLEY ENTRANCE TO HALLWAY - DAY

DARIUS walks in holding the lab coat. He rubs the blood stain on the coat and looks down at his ripped shirt where the knife had entered his skin. No scar, no wounds, his stomach is perfectly fine.

DARIUS

We’ve got to upgrade security.

FLACH CUT TO:

37. EXT. ECHO CITY STREETS – DAY

ANDREW walks among the people but a MYSTERIOUS WOMAN in a green dress catches his eye as she passes by. ANDREW begins to follow her into an alley where MUGGERS attack her. MYSTERIOUS WOMAN screams.

ANDREW

Hey!

ANDREW runs to go and save her.

ANDREW

Get your hands off of her.

SUPERSONIC flies in from above and then lands facing ANDREW. There is a slight struggle as ANDREW tries to get past SUPERSONIC.

SUPERSONIC

You can’t save her.

ANDREW stops struggling.

ANDREW

Get out of my way.

ANDREW pushes SUPERSONIC aside. He see’s the MYSTERIOUS WOMAN dead on the ground and the muggers gone.

ANDREW

What did you do? (Turns to Supersonic) We were supposed to save her!

SMASH CUT TO:

38. EXT. FOOTBALL STADUIM – NIGHT

SUPERSONIC and ANDREW are in the center of the field with a spot light shining on them.

SUPERSONIC

There is no we anymore, don’t you understand?! It’s just You!, and ME!

ANDREW looks around surprised at his sudden surroundings.

ANDREW

I started this so I could help people. So I could save them from the horrible things that happen to them everyday.

SUPERSONIC

And you can, but you need to concentrate on the science. I can’t do this forever. And from the looks of it, The Core isn’t coming anytime soon.

ANDREW

The science isn’t right yet.

SUPERSONIC

(Beat)

You’re right; the science will probably never work, but what choice do you have?

ANDREW

If I don’t fix these people, and protect them from the damage my family has caused -

SUPERSONIC

You really think taking over your father’s company was going to change all of that? You need to wake up! Not even my help is going to save this city from what your father did. These people are ruined. Scarred forever. Wake up! Wake up Andrew!

39. INT. ANDREW’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

ANDREW bursts from his sleep covered in sweat nearly gasping for air. He stands up and walks across the room to a glass of water on a table. After drinking the full glass of water he reaches for the pitcher next to the glass to re-fill it. While he re-fills the glass he turns to his clock to see the time. 8:00. ANDREW set the pitcher down and rushes to leave.

40. INT. DEVOLA LABS – NIGHT

PUAL looks up as JON walks in the back of the lab rushing in. DARIUS is off assembling equipment with tools.

PAUL

You’re late!

JON

Sorry Dad.

DARIUS

Jon, good to see you. How’s Jord….

PAUL looks at DARIUS motioning his hand to shut up.

DARIUS

…. Your mom?

JON

She’s been okay.

(turns to Paul)

Dad, did you want me to get started on the paperwork?

PAUL

Actually son, Mr. DeVola is coming in tonight-

DARIUS

At least he’s supposed to.

PAUL

-I was hoping you would want to watch the experiment we are doing. You can always clean beakers and file next week.

JON

Oh. I guess. I was kind of hoping I could just do some busywork.

PAUL

Believe me, this will be far more interesting than busy work.

ANDREW DEVOLA enters in a suit and tie holding a briefcase.

ANDREW

I apologize for not being prompt. I took a detour that lasted a little longer than I expected.

DARIUS

Great, we can get started.

DARIUS’s phone rings. He pulls it out to read ‘Michael’ was calling.

DARIUS

There is something that requires my immediate attention. Dr. Scott, why don’t you start without me?

PAUL

Of coarse Dr. Brooks.

(Turns to ANDREW)

Right this way Mr. DeVola.

41. INT. DEVOLA LABS – HALLWAY – NIGHT

DARIUS clicks ‘answer’.

DARIUS

Michael I’m glad you called. Does this mean you’ve changed your mind?

42. EXT. ECHOS CITY AIRPORT – NIGHT

MICHAEL is seen out in the rain, an airport behind him.

MICHAEL

I did. My situation in Oregon has gotten bad. I came by bus. Do you know of a place I can stay?

DARIUS

I’ll send you an address to meet.

MICHAEL

Is there room for two? I know it’s not conventional but I had to bring Cody. I’m the closest thing he has to family now.

DARIUS

Of coarse. It’s no inconvenience.

CUT TO:

43. INT. DEVOLA LABS – NIGHT

PAUL flicks a few switches, machines go vroom, lights dim.

PAUL

Is everything clear?

ERICKA

Crystal.

PAUL pulls a lever, flicks more switches and a window opens revealing a monkey.

PAUL

Meet Exhibit A. Now does everyone have their safety goggles on?

JON, ANDREW, ERICKA, and a few other LAB TECHS put their goggles on. PAUL presses more buttons and the monkey is shown being zapped by a kind of electricity beam.

Off to the side, escaping everyone’s attention a crack forms in window of a room labeled ‘RADIATION: DANGER’.

ANDREW, ERICKA, PAUL, and JON lean in to see the monkey has disappeared, no where to be seen in the experiment area.

ANDREW

Was that the purpose of this demonstration? A disappearing monkey? My magician of a cousin can simply do that.

ERICKA

Did we get the calculations wrong?

JON

I don’t get it, what was supposed to happen?

The GLASS WINDOW cracks further and a whistling of air can be heard.

PAUL

Certainly not this.

ERICKA

The object was to give the monkey an addition to its DNA molecule ultimately giving him what we would perceive as a special ability. According to the science though it would really be like making it so he’s able to tap into the dimensions that surround us.

JON

What kind of abilities are we talking about?

PAUL

Just your average flying, walking through walls, and creating storms just by thinking about the weather. Taping into the realms that are not tied down by our laws of physics.

JON

Average?

ANDREW

The science behind this is truly unreal. The benefits will not only help those who feel inferior to our modern-day superheroes, but this technology could help us create vaccines that can cure people. Imagine a world free of illness and cancer. It’s what we’ve always want-

JON

I’m not sure I understand how that works.

ANDREW

It’s like this. Imagine our world as a bubble. There are other worlds, other dimensions that exist at the exact same time. So you have two bubbles that are meshed together.

JON

Like alternate realities.

ANDREW

Sort of. Basically what are plan is- we will try and use the technology of pinpointing the virus, cancer or what have you and place it elsewhere. Killing those things is very hard to do with out killing the host. So if we can manage to just place it elsewhere using the technology of moving through these other worlds that around us, we ultimately save a human life.

JON

But what does that do to the other dimension, the other world you are placing it in?

ANDREW

I haven’t a clue.

JON

You’re doing all this to save people? Why not take advantage of the science your learning for this and explore these other dimension.

ANDREW

We don’t even know they are capable of living in. It’s hard to determine if it’s even a whole physical world like ours. It could just be black emptiness. Other parts of space without proper living conditions that we just want to stay away from.

PAUL looks up with a raised eyebrow the rolls his eyes at Andrew.

ANDREW

Though there are some who believe it’s much like here. Dirt-Air-Water: All your basic essentials just in a whole new light.

CAMERA zooms in on the cracked glass, which shatters and alarms begins to go off. DARIUS enters the lab to see the flashing lights. PAUL, DARIUS, ERICKA and other lab techs reach for a near by breathing mask. PAUL hands one to JON.

PAUL

Here, cover your mouth!

JON holds his breath but takes the mask and runs it to ANDREW.

JON

Breathe with this!

ANDREW

You must get out of here. Don’t worry about me!

Just as ANDREW takes the mask, the room labeled ‘DANGER’ explodes throwing JON on to ANDREW. The two proceed to fall through the floor into a maintenance closet beneath them, leaving the floor/ceiling unharmed. The impact of hitting the ground leaves them unconscious.

UP IN THE LAB ERICKA fell unconscious under a desk, and DARIUS pulls himself off the ground looking around. He helps PAUL up.

PAUL

Is everyone okay?

DARIUS rushes in to see what happened.

DARIUS

Holy Juledora. (Beat) Dr. Scott, where is your son?

PAUL looks around the chaos of the lab; parts of it on fire. He moves through the debris looking for JON but he only finds ERICKA unconscious and the other lab techs wandering around have dazed.

PAUL

Jon!

DARIUS

Mr. DeVola!

PAUL

Jonny!

FADE TO:

44. INT. MAINTENANCE CLOSET – NIGHT

Jon is in the closet with Andrew and the two of them haven’t a clue as to how they got there...

JON

How in the world?

ANDREW

How’d we get here?

JON

I don’t know.

JON stands up and helps ANDREW up off the ground. JON tries the door handle but it’s locked from the outside.

JON

Do you know how we can get out of here?

ANDREW

Not a clue.

ANDREW tries ramming himself into the door hoping it will knock down but the only result is an injury to his arm. JON tried jiggling the handle again.

JON

Come on, COME ON, COME ON!!

In frustration JON rests his head on the door and his hand falls through the doorknob, unlocking it on it’s way through. The door slowly creeks open.

ANDREW

How did you do that?

JON pulls his hand towards his face to analyze it. His face filled with shock and he fails to answer the question even in his own mind. JON turns to ANDREW for a beat.

JON

Come on, let’s go.

JON and ANDREW run down the hallway, lights flashing, alarms going off, and firemen running the opposite direction of them as they exit the building.

45. EXT. DEVOLA LABS – NIGHT

ANDREW

I owe you my life Jonathan.

JON is flatter in expression but looks down to see ANDREW’s leg is bleeding.

JON

Mr. DeVola,

ANDREW

You don’t have to be so formal, call me Andrew.

JON

Okay, but I think your hurt, you’re leg is bleeding.

ANDREW looked down at his leg. The sight of the blood causes him to faint.

JON

Can I Get A Paramedic Over Here!

FADE OUT.

END OF ACT III