254. Ghost World - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. LUNAR DOME 347, OBSERVATION DECK - day


• AKIRA sits on a metal chair under the massive glass dome of the observation deck at.


• She is hunched over, using a book as a surface to write a letter.


• She writes hurriedly in tight cursive.


• AKIRA
• Dear Grandpa, you always talked about the dreams you had for us; imagined what the future would be like. Well, nothing's the way you said it would be. And it's your fault. I don't mean to be disrespectful, but it is true. Your generation was supposed to stop the madness; but you just dreamed big and kept doing the same things draining earth of everything. Grandpa, why did you keep burying your head in the sand. You were frustrated with the government, kept saying they didn't do enough, but neither did you. And now, those of us who managed to leave are here, trying to figure out how to stretch our fading resources to keep us alive one more year.


• She looks up at the Earth, rising above the moon's dusty horizon.


• AKIRA
• It looks so beautiful and calm from here. But that's just another lie. It's a wasteland worse than this one. Maybe we'll figure out how to send this back in time one day. I hope so; I want you to get this, so you can try again, do it right this time. Until we figure that out, I'll keep it safe with me. I love you Grandpa, I miss you.


• Akira pushes her pen back in her pocket, carefully folds the letter, and slips it into her jacket's inside pocket.


• She stares up at the Earth, which has moved even higher; she can't take her eyes off of the beautiful ghost world lost in space.


• FADE TO BLACK.