Detritus; “Teach me how to feel.”
EXT. WHITE-HOUSE – WASHINGTON DC – DAY
V.O. (voice over) JOHN
“I have to keep reminding myself that concern is productive, and panic is not.”
V.O. (voice over) MORGAN
“We need information, like right now!”
WHITE-HOUSE LIBRARY
John goes through many books, reads a lot of them.
Morgan reads into the night.
John and Morgan collaborate. They do research on the internet.
Morgan and John, sit barefoot on the floor, side-by-side in the corner of the libraries refreshment area. John holds a plate with food on it, has a fork in hand. He feeds Morgan.
JOHN
“Apparently this is their planet. How? God only knows. My head is spinning trying to figure this out.”
MORGAN
“What does that make us?”
John stares at the ceiling, turns to Morgan.
JOHN
“Trespassers?”
Morgan smiles.
MORGAN
“Like, The three little bears coming home to find, Goldilocks has eaten their food and taken over. Metaphorically we’re like, Goldilocks.”
JOHN
“We knew this day was coming.”
MORGAN
“But we have the deed to the planet now.”
John gives Morgan a confused look.
JOHN
“We would need a galactic-court-system with galactic-lawyers and cops to enforce it?”
Morgan turns to John, they look at each other, John smirks.
JOHN
“I think between the two of us we read every book in the world today.”
Morgan smiles. A silent moment passes. John turns to her.
JOHN
“You feel things a lot, unseen things.”
Morgan studies John, kisses him. They laugh. John appears serious, turns to Morgan.
JOHN
“Could you teach me how to do that?”
Morgan nods pleasantly.