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S2 Ep 2. “Strangeland”.

Scene 1.

A darkened hotel room, all that is visible is a digital alarm clock built into the bed head. The clock read 7.50 and changed to 7.51 then the radio suddenly turned on. The music playing was “Wide Open Road” by The Triffids.
Blankets covering a mess of long black hair are tossed aside. Kate lifts her head to look at the Alarm clock. She moans, tries to work out the button controls, then gives up in a huff.

She pulls aside the blankets, puts her legs to the side of the bed and fixes her hair. She’s wearing bed shorts and a tank-top.

There is a knock at the door.

She turns on a bed-side lamp and smirks a rhetorical smirk.

“Kate? Are you awake” Claire yells out.

“Yeah!” She replies, then mumbles to herself… “I think.”

A few minutes later, outside the door to Kate’s room (number 51), Claire and Charlie are waiting for Kate.

The door opens and a relaxed Kate comes out the door, looking very refreshed.

“We ready?” Claire asks.
“I’m ready when you are.” Kate replies.

Scene 2.
Fred is sitting at a dining table across from Sawyer.
“So, let me get this right…” Sawyer confirms.
“You got me back here today to tell me, you need my help to go half way ‘round the globe, diving into the depths of a Piranha infested Lake, to find some chunks of shiny metal that may or may not exist? Just what in god’s name makes you think I’d be remotely interested in this hair brained scheme?”

Fred looks a Sawyer with a calm and confident stare, then says:
“Because, Mr Ford. What else is there for you here?”
“Geeze Professor, when you put it like that, how could I resist?” He laughs sarcastically.
“Any questions?” Fred asks.
“Two questions chief… What exactly is Wanaku and why is it at the bottom of a Lake?”

Scene 3.
Miles is walking through a jungle, there are palms swaying gently in the warm breeze and there is a silent gentleness about the surroundings. He looks around, looking disoriented.
He walks in different directions, trying to get his bearings, making his way through an opening in the trees, he walks out into a grassed open area.
He stops suddenly and tilts his head. There are whispers.

“Why is he here..?” a voice whispered.
“Just who does he think he is..” another voice replied.
“Doesn’t he know?”

Miles twitches his head a little and looks annoyed.
“I wonder what he’s thinking..” the whispers continued.

Miles looks distressed, he holds his hands up to the side of his head and crouches down on his knees.

Miles grits his teeth, then groans.

“Grrrrrhh….aahh!”

Then he wimpers:

“Stop!” the whispers continued…
His head feels like it’s spinning.
“Please stop!”
Then he yells at the top of his voice:

“STOP!”
Then suddenly he wakes up in a fright. The bus driver repeated his last words.
“Last stop buddy!” and he looks at the seat that Miles is sitting in.
Miles looks fragile, he squints and gets up slowly, trying to adjust his neck and shoulders.
“Oh god, I feel like hell.” He moans.
The driver just looks at Miles and mutters:
“You look like it mate.”

Scene 4.
Claire and Charlie are sitting on a mini-bus, across the aisle sits Kate and next to her sits the man with the hearing aid.

Claire gives Charlie some colouring pencils and paper, then turns to talk to Kate.
“Y’know I was thinking last night, that you and Jack would have made great parents.” She said.
Kate just turned her head on a tilt and looked at Claire a little strangely.
“Well… it’s true. You guys did a great job with Charlie when I was… well, when I was sick. You know…” she smiled.
“Well, he’s a great kid.” She replied.
Claire looked at Kate, noticing that she looked at the seat in front of her, she was a little uncomfortable.
“You miss him, don’t you?” Claire concluded.
Kate turned to look at Claire in semi-shock.
“Who?” She enquired.
“Oh, come on, who else…? Jack.”
Kate just seemed a little distant, so Claire said:
“Seems like years ago since we’ve been back.”
Kate nodded slowly and sighed.
“Seems like an eternity.” She agreed.
“I wonder what Sawyer’s doing these days?” She asked rhetorically.
Kate just smiled and replied:
“Oh, probably on some wild adventure somewhere!”
“Yeah!” Claire laughed, then her chirpy mood seemed to change suddenly to a sullen reflective mood.
Then Kate looked at Claire and said:
“He really changed when he was on that Island, like he finally found himself. Then he lost someone he loved very much on that Island. He’s a different man since then.”
Then Claire looked at Kate, biting her lower lip, reached out and held Kate’s arm, then she whispered to Kate:
“We all lost someone we loved on that Island.”
And Kate smiled and with her other arm, she reached for her hand and held it for a moment.
A small tear welled up in Kate’s eye. The man with the hearing aid paid them no attention, he looked out upon the horizon to a barren, but beautiful wasteland surrounding the iron ore mine. The landscape looked like something you’d expect to see on Mars.

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SEASON 2 Episode 1 : “Re-“

Season 2

Episode 1.
“Re-“
Aoshima Kaizuiyokujo, Miyazaki, Japan.

A pair of young, slender female legs are leaving footprints on a fresh sandy beach.
There is a gentle shoreline lapping at her toes, in response, the curl down into the sinking sand.

She stops, then bends over to take a closer look at a curled up piece of paper, half buried in sand.

Her slender hand lets go of her shawl, to reach out for the paper, but then suddenly looks up in horror, as the wind rudely takes her shawl in a random wind dance.

Her Asian face looked around to locate the shawl. She is beautiful, with soft gentle skin, her strong, but slender body shows her as being in her 20’s. She looks a little like she has just lost her security blanket.

Just as she spots the shawl, a nearby jogger changes direction to pick the shawl up.

He reaches down to a sandy bank, lifts up the shawl and dutifully shakes some sand off it, then walks towards the her.

Her warm smile is thanks enough, but she says to him with a slight accent:

“Thank you.”

He did not hear, then signals to his ears, removes his iPod ear plugs, then replies:

“Sorry, I had my music on.” He explained, speaking in a slightly European accent.

“Oh, I see.” She smiled, then continued, “Thank you.” She repeated.

“No problem. What did you find?” He enquired.
“What ..?” she asked.
“It looked like you found something in the sand?” He smiled.
“Oh, that. I’m not sure, I was just about to take a look at it.” She glanced over to where the paper was.
She seemed so preoccupied with it, that she seemed to forget her shawl.
He kept it in his hands, carefully, but securely.
“How about I hold onto it while you take a look.” He offered.
“Oh, no, it’s nothing. Probably just rubbish.” She explained, looking disconnected.
“Go on, you know you want to!” He jeered.
She shyly looked away, then smiled and said:
“Would you? I’ll just be a minute.”

“Of course.” He said, then followed her to where the paper stuck out of the sand.
She reaches the paper, then pinches a corner of it to pull it up and looks at the writing on the paper.
The paper looks old and worn and has English writing on it.
“It is a letter” She said.
“I wonder if this was from a bottle?” He joked.
“I don’t understand?” She said.
“Perhaps it was a message in a bottle, the bottle could have smashed and left the paper here on the beach.” He explained.
“This paper is dry, it looks very old.” She observed.
“Looks like it was tied up at one stage. What does it say?” The jogger asked, looking at her deep black eyes.

“The writing is barely visible, but there are some parts I can make out.”
She reads it to the stranger:
“To whom it may concern, we are s….”
“something…. “
“we have survived on this”
“there are bits missing here … “
“…towards Fiji. We hit turbulence and crashed.”
“Something… “
“rescue that has not come. We do not know where we are”…
“more bits missing and then it says…”
“we may never leave it. Not all of us have survived… “
“more missing bits here…”
“there is hope. We are alive, please don’t give up on us.”

“My god, is this a distress call?” She gasped.
The jogger looked pale and agasp.
“May I see it. Please?” He asked.
“Sure” she replied, then handed him the paper.
He read it with a sense of bewilderment.
“Are you ok? She asked him.
“I’m not sure. It’s probably nothing.” He stammered, then continued:
“It’s just that my father, before he died, spent his life looking for some sort of “mystical” island, one which he believed to have some special “healing powers” or something crazy like that. He spent a lot of time looking for it in the pacific, not far from Fiji. I barely got to see him, growing up as a kid. He believed that it near the island of Manounou, but he never found it.”

Now the young girl looked pale, she stopped him suddenly and said:

“Wait. Did you say Manounou?” she enquired.
“Yes, do you know it?” He asked.
“Manounou, the island that the Oceanic survivors where held captive?” She questioned.
“I’m surprised you would remember it, you would have been a little girl when that happened.” He replied in amazement.
“I know all about it…” she continued, “ because my grandmother told me about it. Both my parents where killed on that Island.” she quivered.
The jogger looked at her in shock and asked:
“Wait, are you serious? Oceanic flight 815?” He asked.
“Yes.” She whispered, but then she asked:
“Do you think, this letter could have been written by one of the people held captive on Manounou?”
“I don’t know” Replied the jogger, the continued, “But I’m going to find out.” he said with conviction.
They both looked at each other and you could see within an instant, thousands of questions, doubts, confusion and a little excitement suddenly fell together in an instant. Then there was a faint glimmer of hope. They had just found a lot more than just a letter in the sand.

– 16 years earlier –

There is movement in the dark jungle bed, amongst the palm leaves and bushes. There is a rush of leaves moving to and frow, with a sense of urgency, Vincent suddenly appears in an opening, in front of Rose and Bernard’s hut.
There is an open fire, un-attended. There are rocks stacked around the fire, which are supporting a metal cooking plate.

Vincent is sniffing around the hut, then goes inside, only to whimper a little then came outside to look for his master.

Hugo steps aquardly over some dead trees and into the opening in front of the huts. He looks around the campsite, looks at Vincent, who just looks up at him.
He steps into the hut and stops suddenly.
“Wh… How did you get here so quickly?” He asked Walt, who was kneeling next to Rose and Bernard’s bed.

“They’re… gone.” He sighed, looking at Hugo with deep sadness.
Hugo bit his bottom lip and tried to talk, but could not.
“N… Bu.. “ he stammered.
Walt sat still, then whispered:
“It’s my fault”
“Oh no! No no no no! Don’t say that!” Hugo yelled.
“They where our friends, it’s not… not… your fault.” He tried to hold back his tears, but then continued and said:
“I… I gave them the fish.” He whimpered.
“The fish?” Walter asked.
“The fish the others gave to you. That’s what killed them.” Hugo said angrily.
“That’s impossible” he concluded.
Ben, now standing at the front of the hut said with cold confidence,
“I wish you where right, Walter. But that’s the truth. That fish is poisonous. It would seem that the other people on this island have an agenda.”
Walt just looked quietly at Rose and Bernard, now lying in their bed, Bernard’s arms wrapped around Rose in a last hug. They seemed so peaceful, so quiet.
Then Walt had the worst man-hate look in his eyes, he looked up at Ben then asked:

“So…”

“what are we going to do about it then?”

Ben did not reply, but instead, reached into a sheath attached to his belt and pulled out a knife, threw it with perfect precision, into a wooden beam supporting the hut, only centemeters from Walt’s head.

They looked at each other, then looked at Hugo, who was wiping off tears from his cheeks.
Ben asked one final question of Hugo:
“Now can I have the ammunition?”
Hugo sheepishly looked at Ben and nodded.

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Footnote from Author

Yes, I had to leave you all in a cliff-hanger!

So the questions remain:

What is going to happen at the Blue Sky Mine?
What is going to happen to Sawyer, is he going to Peru with Fred?
Is Rose and Bernard ok? What are they going to do to Cindy and ‘the others’?
What about Desmond and family?
Is Miles really going to travel all those miles? Ok, that’s a bad pun. In Australia, we measure in kilometres. What is Miles purpose of going there?
What about Lapidus, where does he come into the picture?
What does Flavius want? What is his dealings with Djiniyini and Bunga?
Is the aboriginal story teller connected to all this? Is he trying to warn Claire of something?

Season 2 MAY or MAY not have the answers, there’s only one way to find out… I need a break right now, but if you want more, firstly, spread the word. I need more fans. find me on Facebook and let me know what you think of the story. http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1104852681

REMEMBER, spread the word. If you like it, LET ME KNOW, LET EVERYONE KNOW!! Namaste.

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Episode 17 Part 2 Extraordinary Voyage (Season Finale!!)

Scene 1:
The Walkabout tour mini bus pulls up to an old country house, a verandah around the front and side. The area around it is desolated for miles. The house is surrounded by walking sticks, walkers and wheelchairs and surprisingly, surrounded by three Landcruiser Police vehicles and a single police car. There is a young policeman investigating the grounds, looking for clues and writing notes in a notepad. Another young police-woman is taking photos of the surrounds. There appears to be more police inside the house.

“What the hell?” Edward rhetorically asks.
He pulls up the bus, leaving the motor running, he grabs his hat and jumps out of the mini-bus door and walks towards the congregation of police.

A senior policewoman moves to greet him. They exchange words, but they are too far away to hear.

Claire and Kate look at each other, with great concern on their faces.

Kate tries to look out the window, the other passengers do the same, some are even taking photos.

Kate says to Claire, “I wish I knew what they’re saying.”
A man sitting quietly in front of them responded by saying:
“I know what they’re saying.”
Both Kate and Claire looked at each other, not saying a word.
The man, who looked like he was in his mid 40’s, short, receding blonde hair and stout figure continued…
“I can lip read, been deaf since I was 6.” He pointed to his hearing aid on the side of his head, then continued…
“Something terrible happened here. Apparently, something attacked the famous Isaac of Ularu.”
“Some ‘thing’?” Kate asked.
“Yes.” The man replied, the calmly stated: “The cop said it’s a god awful mess inside and they’ve got no idea what happened to Isaac, but there’s not much left of him.”
Claire looked to Kate and said:

“I don’t like this.” Then they both looked out the window with apprehension.

Edward shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders, then walks back to the mini-bus.
He steps back on board then announces to everyone on the bus:

“Apologies everyone, it appears that our friend Isaac has gone missing and therefore, we will not be able to visit him today.”
A woman’s voice with a German accent, from somewhere on the bus asked:
“What is going on? Why can’t we see Isaac?” She cried.
“Now, Karen, don’t make a fuss.” Her husband assured her.
“But you need him!” she replied, then stood up and pleaded:
“My husband is very sick, what can I do?”
Edward sarcastically replied:
“Go see a doctor, I suppose.”, then he sat down, turned the microphone on and announced:
“Apologies ladies and gentlemen, we will now continue our tour. Next stop will be Arthur’s eatery for lunch and then a tour around ‘the rock’. Don’t forget that we’ve got an early start tomorrow morning, we’ll heading to the Blue Sky Mine at 8 am, so please make sure you’re all on board by 7.30.” then he put the mini-bus into gear and muttered “Let’s get out of here.”

Scene 2:
The aboriginal elder, now dressed in a suit and tie sits at a large corporate table in a board room, with a single phone, wireless pointing device and a laptop.

He is typing notes on the laptop when there is a knock at the door.
He looks up, then a familiar person walks in.
“Bunga”
“Yes Djiniyini.”
“Is it set?” He asks.
“Timer is set for 9 minutes to 9 exactly. With a failsafe remote.”
“Perfect.” He said, then went back to typing.
“Has he arrived yet?” he casually asked.
“He’s waiting in reception.” Bunga replied.
“Excellent, show him in on your way out.” Djiniyini commanded.
“Yes.” He said, then walked out the door.
A few minutes later, the door opens.
Djiniyini stands up to greet the man.
“Mr Josephus” He smiles, extending a hand of friendship.
“Welcome to Australia” he greets him. Flavius shakes his hand and simply says:”
“Thank you, Mister Gondara. I’ve come a long way to be here.” He sighs.
Djiniyini prompty replies:
“Yes, of course. Well then, let’s get straight down to business then.”

Scene 3:
Hugo is standing on a beautiful beach, next to a portable Barbie-q, with a basket of fish, a roll of Dharma uluminium foil, a metal spatula and a Dharma cola can in his hand.
He appears to be talking to himself, as he is about to prepare cooking.
Ben silently walks towards him.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt?” Ben asked.
“Err, no, just talking to myself.” Hugo replied.
“Oh. I thought for a minute there I heard you talking to someone.” Ben continued.
“No. Just talking, you know.” Hugo looks sullen.
“What y’got cooking there?” Ben enquires.
“Fish. Did you want some?” Hugo offered.
Suddenly, Ben grabs Hugo’s hand moments before he is about to put the fish on for cooking.
“Hugo.” He cautioned coldly…
“Where did you get these?” He demanded.
“Cindy and the others, they caught these in the river ov…”
“Hugo. Put that down and come with me.” Ben interrupted.
“Wha? But I just go this going!” Hugo cried.
“Hugo, we need the keys.” Ben concluded.
“You mean the keys? Oh no no no, you know the rules… no guns unless someone’s life is in danger.” Hugo clarified.
“Well Hugo, if I’m not mistaken, your life would have been over if you continued to eat that fish. It’s Fugu.”
“What-goo?” He asked.
“Fugu. You eat that fish and it will be your last meal.”
Hugo held the fish up close to his face and said quietly:
“Deeeeewwwd…But why would they do this?” He wondered.
“Hugo, moments like these, I don’t stop to ask questions, I get myself a gun. And quickly!” He turned towards the Dharma barracks and Hugo put the fish down, then yelled out to Ben:
“Wait!”
Ben knew there was something wrong and turned back to Hugo.
“Bernard and Rose!”
“Please, don’t tell me…” Ben gasped.
“I gave them some as well!” Hugo said nervously.
“We’d better hurry.” Ben sighed, “We’ll get the guns first. Walt is inside, get him to call Vincent. It’s getting dark and we need to get to Rose and Bernard as quickly as possible.”

Scene 4.
Miles is inside a shopping mall, sitting in a seat inside a franchise style travel agency. Miles looks a little uncomfortable, he leans forward and rests his elbow on the desk, holding his hand open, trying to get clarity from the agent.
“So, let me get this right. A bus is the quickest way to get to Alice Springs?”
“Yes, sir, the only flights from here go to Darwin and then a bus from there to Alice. But the next flight won’t leave Sydney for another 3 days.” A young male agent, barely out of school explains the details.
“Ok then, I suppose I’ll take the bus.” Miles sits back and throws his hands in the air in resignment.
The agent types away on his computer keyboard, then gives Miles the details.
“Ok, the next bus leaves at 7 am Tuesday, from Central and arrives in Alice at 10 am Friday.”
“Wait, what?” Miles yelps.
“Sir, Alice Springs is a long way from here.” He states.
“Um, that’s 51 hours!” Miles states.
“That is correct sir.” The agent replies.
Miles looks down into his lap, shakes his head as whispers to himself:
“Son of a bitch.”
Scene 5.
Sawyer gets off his motorbike, he takes his helmet off, then removes a piece of paper from a strap inside his helmet, he opens the seat of his bike and takes a pair of glasses out to read the paper.
It reads:
“Bishop Martin Museum
Church Street, Natchitoches, Louisiana
Ask for ‘Fred’ tell him The ‘doc’ sent you”.
He looks up from the paper and sees a two storey building, something that looks like a saloon from a spaghetti western.”
Sawyer mumbles to helself:
“Don’t look like no darn museum.”
He puts the paper back into his helmet and chains his helmet and bike together. He walks through the door, towards the souvenir counter. There are racks of postcards, souvenir spoons and all sorts of trinkets.
There is no one at the counter, so he picks up a small bell from the counter and rings it.”

A small elderly lady, hair pulled back, glasses hanging on a chain around the neck and a silly grin on her face asks:
“Hello dear, would you like some help?”
“Yeah, I’m lookin’ for Fred.” Sawyer said.
She just smiled at him, with no response at all.
“The Doc sent me.” He continued.
“Oh, that’s nice dear. I’ll run and get him.” She goes through a nearby door and a few minutes later, an elderly man comes out, walking with a an old wooden walking stick, glasses and hat.
He smiles and looks up at Sawyer and says:
“So tell me son.” Then he pauses for a second.
“Can you scuba?” He asks.
“What?” He huffs.
“Scuba?” Fred repeats, then explains, “you know, self contained underwater breathing apparatus”.
“I know what scuba means, Einstein, but what’s that got to do with anything?” he enquired.
“Mr Ford, would you be interested in a all expenses paid trip to Peru?” he asks.
“Wait a second speedy, we’ve only just met” he snickered.
“Mr Ford, I know who you are, I know why you’re here and I know you have nowhere to go.” He stated.
“Well, ‘Fred’, how ‘bout you start by telling me something” he asks.
“Yes” Fred replies.
“Who are you? And why did The Doc send me here?” Sawyer asks.
“Hehe.” He giggled. Then simply said: “The Doc sure knows how to pick ‘em.”
“Come on, come and sit down, we’ve got a lot of planning to do.”
He said, signaling for Sawyer to follow him.
Scene 6:
6 pm.
A hotel outdoors area, dimly lit by some bamboo poles with oil fires burning upon each one.
Claire, Kate and Aaron are sitting at a table, having dinner.
Claire asks Kate :
“How come you’re not eating your ‘tucker’?”
“Hmm?” she looks confused.
“I’m sorry Claire, I suppose I’m just a little jet lagged. Besides, the thought of eating Skippy for dinner isn’t really working for me.” She smiled.
“Who’s Skippy?” Aaron asks Claire.
“I’ll explain later, honey.” She reponds.
“Why don’t you get an early night. We’ll be fine without you.”
“Are you sure? I’d love to get some shut-eye.” Kate pleaded.
“Sure, go ahead, we’ll be going to story telling after dinner, we’ll tell you all about it in the morning.” Claire smiled.

Scene 7: 8pm.
An open area of hard red sand and scattered bushes, surrounded by dark trees. In the middle, there is an open fire, surrounded by rocks and there are people seated around the fire.
A local Aboriginal man sits cross legged near the fire.
Claire is carrying Aaron in her arms and walks towards the group of people.
“Sorry, I’m late.” She whispers.
An aboriginal woman walks towards her and offers her a blanket.
“Thanks.” She whispers.
She puts the blanket on the floor and lowers Aaron into the blanket, wrapping him up and sitting next to him.
Then the aboriginal man starts to talk:
“Welcome everybody.”
There are a few people unsettled, so they all sit to listen to the commanding voice.
“For us, story telling is a tradition as old as time itself.” He continued.
“For us, it is language, it is life, it is our blood.
Tonight, I tell you of a very special story.
A story about Mapinguari, a Bunyip.” He took a breath, then looked at Claire, then looked around at the others.
“Of course, he wasn’t always a Bunyip, he was once an ordinary man, living an ordinary life, not far from here.” He lifted a stick and poked at the fire.
A plume of black smoke wafted up into the air.
Then the aboriginal man looked back at Claire and said with cold clarity:
“You understand.”
She looked around un-easily to verify that he was looking at her.
She looked un-easy and then stared at the aboriginal man.
“Sorry, are you asking me?” she enquired.
“No miss, I am telling you. You do understand.”
And the aboriginal man went on to tell the story.

LOST Directions.

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Episode 17: Extraordinary Voyage : This will be part 1 of a two part season finale!

Episode 17 Part 1:

A few days later…
Scene 1:
Claire, Kate and Aaron are sitting on seats on a mini-bus, they are in row 51. The mini-bus is equipped with oversize, off road tyres and additional off road equipment, it is leaving from Darwin airport, destination Alice Springs. The front door to the bus is open and luggage is till being loaded into the small trailer hooked to the back of the mini-bus.

“I can’t believe we’re almost there!” Claire smiled.
Then a man wearing an official uniform stepped on board and grabbed the microphone. He was a middle aged man, medium build, with short white hair and matching short white beard and moustache.
“Good morning ladies and gents, my name is Edward Malone, I’ll be your bus driver for the first half of our journey and I’ll be taking you into the Alice, first stop will be just on the outskirts of Alice, we’ll be visiting a faith healer by the name of Issac and then we’ll be enjoying a lunch at Arthur’s Eatery. Now whilst seat-belts are not compulsory on buses, you are free to be seriously injured in a crash, or you could use the seatbelts provided, especially those who have youngin’s…” he briefly looks at Claire and Kate, “…and we’ll all get along famously.” He smirks a dry smile, then puts on his drivers hat and then says: “Then tomorrow… well, we have a sayin’ up here in the Northern Territory… the ‘NT’ stands for ‘No Tomorrow’, ‘No Trouble’, ‘No Time’ and ‘No Telling’, because out here, there is no telling what can happen and there’s so sense in worrying ‘bout it” He chuckles.
Kate looks over to Claire and asks:
“No offence, but are all Australians this creepy?”
Claire just smiled and replied:
“Well, we’re just a little bit… different. Especially the ones that have been living in the middle of no-where for so long.”
Claire put Aaron’s seatbelt on, Aaron ignored Claire and Kate’s conversation and kept himself busy with drawing on an etch-a-sketch, the kind that has a magnetic pen attached to it.

Scene 2.
A pawn shop somewhere in the south of North America, a small town with people who seem pretty laid back.

“So what d’ya make of it, doc?” Sawyer asked the man behind the counter.
The man behind the counter was partially balding, had thick glasses and dirty hands.
“Tell me buddy, where did you find this?” He enquired.
Sawyer just smiled and smugly replied, “Well, it must be worth somethin’, or else you wouldn’t be askin’ me tha question now, would you?”
“Tell you what,” the man continued… “I’ll tell you what I think it is, if you tell me why you called me doc?”
“Huh?” Sawyer huffed.
“You just called me Doc… why?” He asked.
Sawyer closed his eyes, then turned his head to the side and said:
“Sorry, old habit. Why, did I offend you?” He snickered.
“No.. no… just that. Well, I used to be a doctor, years ago. Gave it all away to study antiques, precious metals, you know… junk.” He stated.
“Well then, you’re a clever man, what is this?” He asked, holding the coin up in his fingers.
“That, my friend, is a very good question.” He says, as he walks over to grab a large book of coins to put on his counter.
The book hits the counter with a thud and dust puffs up around it.
“Now let’s see…” he turns the pages.
“Hmm… ahmhmmm… mmm.” He mutters.
Saywer mumbles under his breath:
“Spoken like a true doctor.”
The man does not notice his comment, then points to a picture in the book.
“There we are. It is a gold coin from either Minoan or Phoenician origin”
“Well, what the heck does that mean?” Sawyer barks.
“Well sir, if I’m not mistaken, your coin dates back to 2000-1500 BC, it is extremely rare.” The man looks at Sawyer and asks again:
“So… where did you find it?”
Sawyer just looked mesmerised by it and did not comprehend how it was possible.
Then the man continued by saying:
“Sir, if I where you, I’d strongly recommend taking this to a museum and keeping it somewhere very safe.”

Scene 3.
There is a group of people in a camp-site, sitting around a fire. There are cars and vans parked near the campsite and there are boxes that resemble army style crates.
“Well, are we set?” An elder aboriginal man asked.
He looked around the group of people and saw fear in their faces.
“Helen, remember to keep the guards busy for at least 20 minutes.”
Helen, a young local girl nodded in response.
“Julie, you’ve got the vans loaded and fuelled. Don’t forget the night vision glasses.”
“Tim, we’re replying on you to get those keys, you’re ok with this?” He asked.
A closer view reveals that it’s Tim Gilbertson, the son of the Blue Sky Mine’s chief officer.
“Sure, I’m on it.” He replied.
“Bungaree, you got the dynamite?” He asked.
“Yes, enough to close of the two main entrances.”
Another voice from the darkness called out:
“But you know, this is not going to stop them mining, you do realise that.”
And Bunga explained:
“We don’t care if they continue to open mine the iron ore, we just can’t let them dig for it.”
“I don’t get it, I though you wanted to shut them down for good?” The voice continued.
“This is not about the mining and it is not about the mine.” The elder said, then continued,
“This is about stoping the digging. Our ancestors told us this must not happen and it must be stopped and it must happen at the right time. So if anyone, for any reason, can’t make it, doesn’t want to be there, or just simply doesn’t do what we set out to do, then you better say something now, or this whole plan was for nothing.”

Scene 4.
Walt is walking through the jungle, just looking around, feeling comfortable, when he hears voices, nearby.
He walks towards a small lake, deep inside the jungle, there is a flat opening near the lake and there s a group of people, some of which are near the water’s edge, fishing and others have hand woven baskets, some of them look like they have fruit in them.
Walt looks in their direction, then walks towards them.
As he comes closer, the group of people stop what they are doing and look up at Walt.
He looks at the group of people. Standing there are : Cindy with Adam and Vanessa and Zach and Emma (now young adults) and another person who can’t be seen clearly.
“Hello Walter” Cindy greets him. The others just simply look at him, almost dumbstruck.
Walt asked:
“What are you doing here?”
“We’re fishing.” Cindy replied.
Then Adam offered: “Would you like to take some?” We’ve got more than enough for the others at your camp.” He proudly showed Walt a basket full of fish.
“What kind of fish is that?” He enquired.
“We’re not really sure” Cindy replied, “…some sort of blowfish.” She continued.
“Please, take some!” Vanessa supported the offer.
“Hmmm, ok. Thanks!” He smiled.

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Episode 16: Fugu

Scene 1.

A Harley Davidson motor bike with number plates US-015 prattles along a south eastern US highway.

The motor bike is travelling through some barren ranges, with a few twist and turns. The bike hurtles along the road until the rider sees a nearby river.

The rider slows down, pulls over to the side of the road, he takes his backpack off the back of the bike then walks towards the river.

It is a small, shallow river, but the water is clean and deep enough to bathe in.

The rider can’t resist, he takes his helmet off, you can’t see his face, but his hair is shoulder length and messed up. He runs his hands through his hair then proceeds to take off his boots.

He places his clothes next to his back-pack, wearing nothing but boxer shorts, he steps carefully across the pebbles, towards the water. His upper body is broad and strong.

He wades into the water and dives in. “Whooo!” the voice yelps as his head comes up from the water.

A view of his face reveals that it is Sawyer.

His cheeky grin makes up for a road-worn face. “Darn, that’s cold!” he says to himself.

He does a few very quick swimming strokes, then steps up, out of the water into the shallows.

“Argh!” He suddenly yelps, then continues : “Sonofa…”

He stands on one foot to inspect his other, now sore foot.

He sees nothing wrong with the sore foot, so he looks down to see what it is that he stepped onto.

There is something shiny wedged between two rounded rocks on the bottom of the shallow water.

He reaches down to grab the object. It seems to be stuck, so he pulls one of the rocks to the side, then pulls the object up and inspects it.

He holds it close to his eyes, then wipes off a bit of mud from the object onto his boxers shorts.

“Well I’ll be darned, what have we here?” He rhetorically questions.

“Looks like gold. Feels like gold…” then he takes what looks like a coin and bites it.

“Heck, it even tastes like gold.”

He looks at it closely, then notices that it looks like a very old gold coin. He grins from ear to ear and says :

“Well, looks like today’s my lucky day!” then he kisses the coin, puts it into his backpack front pocket and grabs a towel from inside the bag, wipes himself off and takes a look around.

No one is around and the place is quiet and peaceful.

Scene 2.

Kate is in Claire’s living room, playing a game with Aaron on the floor.

Claire has just come out of the shower and asks: “Hey guys, what are you playing?”

“Mousetrap, mummy” Aaron proudly responds.

Claire just looks at Kate and asks semi-sarcastically:

“Having fun?” She smiled.

“I haven’t played this since I was a kid. I never really understood the point of the game then and strangely enough, I still don’t get it. Yet, it’s still just as much fun!” Kate laughed.

Claire looked at the two of them and smiled.

“Well, he’s not quite ready for Monopoly just yet” Claire said, then re-directed her voice to Aaron and said:

“Aaron, you had better finish up quickly, because it’s getting dark outside.” She instructed.

“Yes, mummy.” He reluctantly agreed.

Kate got up, walked towards Claire and said:

“So, what do you think, are you interested in the outback adventure?”

“Well…” Claire paused.

“ok, I suppose we can come along, why not?” She smiles.

Scene 3.

Rose and Bernard are lying in their man made hut, on beds made from woven vines and items collated from across the island. The living conditions are simple, there are a few pots hanging up, a table made from an oceanic airlines parts.

Bernard tosses and turns, there are crackling noises outside, as if someone is creeping around, breaking twigs as they step through the jungle.

Bernard sits up quickly, with a startled look on his face.

Jin is standing a the entrance to the hut, he is dripping wet.

Bernard steadies himself and asks:

“Jin?”

Jin signals to Bernard to shush by putting his finger in front of his lips, then replies:

“bog-eoleul meogji anh-ayo”

Bernard just looked confused and whispered:

“I don’t understand, what are you doing here?”

“Bernard?” Rose stirs.

“Not eat fugu” Jin said in broken English.

“Who are you talking to?” Rose asked.

Bernard looked at Rose, then back at Jin, but he was gone.

Rose sat up and asked Bernard:

“Are you ok?”

“I.. I’m not sure. I suppose I was just… just dreaming.” He looked at Rose, then went back to sleep, holding Rose in his arms.

Scene 4.

Rose is outside the hut, boiling some water over an open fire. Bernard steps out of the hut, looking very tired.

“Morning, sleepy-head” Rose smiled.

“Hmm.” He grunted.

“You ok?” She asked.

“Yeah, just a rough night.” Rose passed him a warm cup with liquid in it.

“Thanks love.” He replied, then continued. “Honey, what’s a fugu?” he asked.

Rose looked nonchalantly at the sky and asked, “No idea, why?”

“Huh? Oh, no reason.” He shrugged.

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