[The shot opens on Jean Grey, her eyes black and hair whipping in the wind, standing atop a carnage of battlefield below, where mutants run for cover. Surrounding the battlefield is a column of water rising from the sea. Jean is utterly fearless.]
LOGAN: Jean!
[Logan is walking towards Jean, shirtless and with blood on his clothes. Jean stares at him, and Logan is blasted back, scraps of his skin floating into the air, and with grit he stands up, and his skin peels back together]
LOGAN: Jean, I know you're in there!
[A closeup of Jean's face, her eyes black, her defiance at Logan who, to several steps, has flesh ripped from him, and it grows back. Logan stands halfway to Jean]
LOGAN: Jean!
[Jean stares at Logan, her body radiates, then the shot wavers. Logan, inch by inch disappears, and his remains float in the air, and Jean slumps, her eyes no longer dark, and she cries]
JEAN: No!
[Jean weeps and rocks back and forth. Her body shimmers and a ghostly apparition of Jean splits from the physical form. The ghostly apparition, weeping and stumbling towards Logan's remains, turns in fear to the physical form, which is now dark-eyed and fierce]
JEAN: He is no more.
[The physical form of Jean is surrounded by fire, and blasts the ghostly apparition of Jean into dust. From afar, the remaining mutants are horrified. The only Jean remaining is dark-eyed, and from within, a bright phoenix soars, then claps its wings upon Jean, and the two disappear in a flash of light.]
[The shot opens on the exterior of a sunny manse with bustling townsfolk outside its walls. In a courtyard, Viserys Targaryen walks along the colourful flowers and fertile trees.]
VISERYS: He's taking too long…
[Viserys snatches an apple from a tree. He takes a bite, pauses, then chucks the apple over the wall. He stomps his foot]
VISERYS: I want my crown!
[There is a flash of fire and Viserys leaps back in fear. A woman, red of hair and of clothing, steps into the courtyard. Several Unsullied venture forth. Daenerys Targaryen peeks from an upstairs window. Illyrio Mopatis, fat and heaving, rushes in.]
ILLYRIO: And what are you doing?
[An apple floats over the wall. It levitates in front of the woman, and at her touch, turns gold. She smirks at the staring faces.]
JEAN: Anything I put my mind to.