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.
