Monologue of Claire

I seem to have fallen asleep

in spite of myself.

The sound of the turbo engine

of the V-Tol has woken me up.

I was dreaming. No. I was having

a terrible nightmare.

I'm drenched in sweat, and my heart is thumping in my throat.

The dream is fading away rapidly,

just like a dream always does.

Then only the memory of fear and

deep sorrow remain.

To my surprise,

I seem to have been crying.

In the cockpit,

Steve is controlling the plane.

The nightmare has gone far behind.

What do I have to fear?

Why should I be sad?

We're safe, for we got away

from the cause of so much

fear and sorrow. The island…

I can see the warm sunlight

coming into the cockpit,

as if it erases the darkness.

There are dolphins jumping

on the surface of the sea below.

However, the fragments

of the nightmare never

leave my mind.

The scenes I dreamed

of are surfacing one by one.

I was dreaming of the island…

I was fighting just like

I did awhile ago, just like

I did together with Steve.

But the dream was about

to unfold in a different way,

in the worst way.

My farewell to Steve…

That is a reality that

could've happened…

if anything had gone wrong…

But it didn't.

We won this future.

We have escaped from

the island of death.

It's time I forgot the nightmare.

It's time I talked with Steve.

The sky is bright with sunlight.

It's becoming brighter

and brighter.

I wonder why he doesn't

turn around?

Now it's too bright,

as if I'm in a white blanket of fog.

Was it just a dream?

I don't know…

I'm in a white blanket.

I wonder why

he doesn't turn around.

Is what I believe to be reality real?

The steady sound of the engine

of the V-Tol has become louder

and louder like the noise from

a swinging ax, and

I realize that I'm waking up.