Author's note: Ach! I thought I finished posting the whole screenplay. However, due to formatting problems, I never posted scenes twelve and thirteen. My apologies. Here's twelve now, thirteen will soon follow.
SCENE TWELVE
INT. FACTORY – ELEVATOR
The elevator doors open. Ellie reaches out one hand to keep the doors from closing. Behind her, Derrik and Brooke are standing. This scene looks familiar… ah, it's their first trip down to the scanner room.
Derrik collapses suddenly; Brooke catches him, easing him to the floor. She kneels herself, and rests his head and shoulders on her knees. Ellie looks back with some concern, but says nothing, merely stepping back into the elevator and pressing the topmost button. Camera draws in slowly. After a long pause, Derrik stirs, eyes fluttering weakly.
DERRIK (whispery, hollow): Jeremie?
Brooke shakes her head mutely, but Derrik is actually staring past her, at a patch of air over her shoulder.
DERRIK (CONT'D): Trapped… caught in the dark. So dark. I just want to sleep…
On Brooke's puzzled, concerned frown, then a full-body shot. Brooke gently shakes him.
BROOKE: Der-rik. Rise and shine.
Her cheerfulness is painfully forced. Derrik jolts at the sound of her voice, opening his eyes properly and sitting up with a confused look, like someone who dozed off in the middle of a movie. When he speaks, it is in his normal tones.
DERRIK: Uh- hey. Is it morning already?
Derrik's POV. Pan around the elevator. Past Ellie, the doors open into the large room at the top floor of the Factory.
DERRIK (cont'd): What happened?
BROOKE: We've gone back roughly two hours into the past, before XANA attacked.
Derrik is rising to his feet unsteadily, but at her words he nearly falls.
DERRIK: It's going to happen AGAIN?!
Brooke stifles a laugh at his horrified expression and stands herself.
BROOKE: No! (Beat – she becomes suddenly more serious) Not today, anyway. But it might happen again.