Chapter 3
(Jor-El and Clark now stand in the middle of what was once an endless white plane. A wall of black quickly encroaches upon them. Jor-El's image is faltering and his speech is garbled.)
Jor-El: "You d - ot kn - wh - ave done."
Clark: "No, you don't know what you've done."
Jor-El: "Yo - ther – decisi - to save-"
Clark: "I wouldn't have run away if it wasn't for you!"
(His image temporarily stabilizes, as does his speech.)
Jor-El: "I had nothing to do with your self-inflicted exile."
Clark: "So now you're trying to say: that voice in the ship, it wasn't yours; the message that told me to take over the world, that wasn't you either; all the pain I've gone through - not your fault; right? RIGHT?!"
(Jor-El silently stares at Clark. His image falters again, but his speech remains intact.)
Jor-El: "Did it ever occur to you that the ship's neurological core was damaged during the journey?"
Clark: "What?"
Jor-El: "I didn't think so..."
Clark: "You honestly think I'd believe that?!"
(Again, his speech becomes garbled.)
Jor-El: "Ma – ar - inds – ou, Ka... l... e... l..."
(With that, Jor-El's image fades completely. Clark is plunged into darkness as the walls close in around him...)
