As they come down, TOPHER lets them fall into his mouth like candy. It’s hard to tell whether they all make it in — at least one bounces away — but from the way TOPHER holds his mouth closed, he’s clearly got some.
ERIC (genuinely startled)
Fuck, man, what are you doing…?
JANICE
Topher? You’re joking, right? Spit them out!
TOPHER swallows elaborately, then grins.
YOUNG TOPHER
Party time…!
We DISSOLVE TO:
INT. — JANICE’S HOUSE — MIDNIGHT
ADULT ERIC and ADULT JANICE have fallen asleep on the couch, curled together. Shadows are moving across their faces — it’s windy outside. JANICE is twitching. ERIC is murmuring in his sleep, small, unintelligible sounds of fear.
INT. — BRENT’S HOUSE — SAME TIME
ADULT BRENT is lying face down on the rug with the bottle of rum tipped over beside him, wind moaning in the chimney. At first we think he might be dead, but as we move closer we see the sixth BULLET is still gripped in his fingertips.
INT. — CONVALESCENT HOSPITAL — SAME TIME
We are looking down a long hospital corridor, from TOPHER’s POV — it’s his odd SHADOW we see on the wall beside us. The wind is loud now, wailing. As the shadow passes across the open doors of the patients’ rooms, we hear some of them cry out loudly in nightmares. We see others flail in their beds. The shadow passes the nursing station where the DUTY NURSE is sleeping as though she’s been poleaxed; as the shadow crosses her she flinches and whimpers. A few more steps and our POV reaches the hospital’s front doors, which FLY OPEN so hard the glass shatters. The sound of the wind is a ROAR now. POV pauses for a moment, looking out on the dark and the trees.
We are now behind the dark humanoid SHAPE, which moves out the doors, out of our view. The doors swing back, as if the force that held them open has released them. A few more shards of glass tinkle. The winds are still fierce.
Our viewpoint turns, moving back down the hall much faster than we came the other way, past the sleeping nurse, past a few patients wandering in the hall, lost and weeping, to TOPHER’s room.
On the bed is the hardened shell of TOPHER’S DISCARDED SKIN, a horrible relic, clearly empty now, lying cracked open, broken into several pieces on the white sheets.
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
INT. — JANICE’S HOUSE — MORNING
CLOSE ON ADULT ERIC’S FACE: He’s sleeping, still fully dressed on the couch. JANICE comes into the room in a bathrobe, toweling her hair. She stands over him, a look of troubled fondness on her face, then lays her hand on his cheek for a long moment before sliding it down to his shoulder and gently shaking him. JANICE
Wake up, Rip Van Winkle. The power’s off. I used most of the not-very-hot water on a quick shower, so you have a choice — a cup of lukewarm water to wash with, or a cup of lukewarm water to make instant coffee with.
ERIC (groaning)
An embarrassment of riches. Jesus, give me the coffee, please. (a beat)
It was nice. Holding you last night.
JANICE Oh, shit! It’s Saturday, isn’t it? I have to call the kids about when they’re coming in so I can pick them up. Where’s my watch? (she examines it)
After ten. Damn. ERIC
When are they due back?
JANICE
Tomorrow. School starts on Monday. (she picks up the phone)
Oh, damn, damn, damn, the phone’s out too. I knew I should have gotten a cell phone.
ERIC
Use mine. Shit, dead battery. Okay, we’ll drive into town. Maybe stop somewhere and get some actually hot coffee, hmmm?
JANICE (a sudden thought)
Eric, how can I let them come back to… to this stuff? To their mother having some kind of breakdown, complete with screaming daytime nightmares?
ERIC
I think the parenting magazines always say, “Tell them the truth.” (a beat)
But speaking as a journalist, I doubt the writers have ever had this particular problem to deal with.
JANICE
Speaking as non-journalist and parent… thanks a lot.
CUT TO:
INT./EXT. — DRIVING THROUGH TOWN — MORNING
The storm damage is pretty extensive — trees down in the road, some power poles and phone poles tipped over. Many stores have plywood or plastic sheeting in place of windows and people are sweeping up the sidewalks. There’s no power anywhere, including the traffic lights. ERIC stops at an intersection where a COP is directing traffic. ERIC
Hey, officer, do you know if any of the pay phones are working?
COP
Not right around here. Besides the wind, we must have had a little electrical storm or something — there’s a lot of stuff on the fritz besides just phone lines. Screwing up our radios, too. And some of the power poles actually caught fire.
JANICE and ERIC for the first time look at each other, a dawning idea that something is not completely ordinary here. ERIC pulls out of the line of cars so he can continue talking to the officer.
ERIC
So… so where would the nearest working phones be?
COP
You’d practically have to get to the county line, I think, other side of the hills. PacBell’s got crews out though. They should have the service on in a couple of hours. Power might take a little longer…
CUT TO:
INT./EXT. — DRIVING — MINUTES LATER
There are repair crews out along the road. ERIC and JANICE are behind an ambulance and firetruck, which turn down a side road.
ERIC (slowing car)
That’s…
JANICE
They’re going to the convalescent hospital. Have to be. It’s the only thing down there.
ERIC pulls the car around and follows the ambulance as we CUT TO:
EXT. — HOSPITAL — MINUTES LATER
The front grounds of Las Lomas Convalescent Hospital are a surreal sight. Many of the windows are broken
