INT. WHITE ROOM .
DREAM SEQUENCE.
The blurry faces of aliens move in and out of focus. The sound of a man screaming can be heard.
CUT TO
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT.
An Alien (MARK), awakens suddenly and sits bolt upright in bed. Next to him asleep is his wife (DONNA).
MARK:
No!
DONNA wakes up.
DONNA:
Oh Mark. Again?
MARK nods.
DONNA (CONT'D):
You really should talk to someone. You need to deal with it.
MARK:
Don't be ridiculous Donna. Who would believe me? Funny, I always laughed when I heard the stories about being boarded by humans.
DONNA:
It's my fault. I should have never let you go camping on Earth.
MARK:
I should have taken him to my leader? He'd've known what to do.
DONNA:
What, Carl Adams, your team manager?
MARK:
No no, Carl Bruger I think. Area Supervisor.
DONNA:
Oh right. Makes sense yeah.
MARK:
Tell you what though, I've a good mind to go back and make him clean the fishing rod. medical probe indeed...I'm not even a doctor.
MARK curls up in DONNA'S arms she gently strokes his head as he closes his eyes.
DONNA
(sings the close encounters notes as if it's a lullaby)
Da da da...da da.
END.