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after 10 days in orbit,

bearing a very
unlikely passenger.

Jacob Worthy,

known for both
his bestselling nonfiction

and his audacious personality,

became the first author
in space on this mission.

It will be interesting to see
how his outsider's take
on the experience

meshes with the image
conscious space program.

JAKE:
As the first author in space,

this the part where I am
supposed to get
all gooey-eyed

and humble.

Look out
at that big blue marble

and wax on and on and wonder
about secure blessings

of liberty for
generations to come.

Sorry, folks.

But, the account
of this experience

isn't going to talk about
the tranquil sea of space

or the courage of those
landed-god pioneers

who explored the unknown.

It's going to be
the unvarnished truth.

MAN: Shuttle Inspire,
this is Mission Control.

Once you initiate,
the burden will last for
two minutes and 50 seconds.

Entry interface will
occur 28 minutes later.

Now, that's three minutes
before communication blackout.

Roger that, Jim.

Tell Cathy to get
those ham hocks simmering.

I got a mean craving
for some red beans and rice.

Commander McCarty
smells home cooking,

I smell a seven figure
advance.

Unfortunately,
I may have to shatter
some illusions

to get there.

It's a dirty job,

but a hero's work
is never done.

Jake, I need you to
prepare for re-entry.

Time to buckle up.

Whoopie.

And the Inspire
is now in its final descent

over the Kennedy Space Center
in Florida

All right,
we got way too much soup.

So we'll go to
instrument approach,

tactical error and
application online.

(BEEPING)

Look, your glide slope's
just, uh, too steep.

Pitch it up +8 degrees theta.

Runway zone
should be appearing

on the top of your combiner.

Prepare to deploy
landing gear.

Roger that.

Air speed 300 knots,

altitude 250 feet.

-(ALARM BEEPING)
-Control, I am reading
hydraulic system one

pressure not available
to release.

Uplock hook.

Deploy pyrotechnic initiator.

Repeat.

Deploy pyrotechnic initiator.

-(ALARM BLARING)
-Yeah, it won't deploy, Jim.

It's not budging.

Too steep, Inspire.

-(ALARM BLARING)
-Okay, okay, uh...

Ears booming...

But, your nose is
under the horizon.

Come on, pull up!

Strut failure.
Sparks everywhere.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

(GASPS)

(SIRENS WALING)

CONTROL VOICE:
There is nothing wrong
with your television.

Do not attempt
to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling
the transmission.

We control the horizontal
and the vertical.

We can deluge you
with a thousand channels

or expand one single image
to crystal clarity

and beyond.

We can shape your vision

to anything our imagination
can conceive.

For the next hour,

we will control
all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience
the awe and mystery

which reaches from
the deepest inner mind

to The Outer Limits.

CONTROL VOICE: It is said
that those who survive
a brush with death,

see the world anew.

But what if
that second chance,

became a second life?

Welcome back, Jake.

How you feeling?

Like hell. (GRUNTS)

Where am I?

It's our debriefing center,

outside Seattle.

What happened?

The shuttle exploded
when it attempted to land.

Exploded?

That's right.

What about the crew?

I... I'm afraid we lost them.

Everyone?

Afraid so.

How did I get out alive?

We're still trying to
sort it out.

You walked out of that fire

but other than being
covered with soot,

there were no broken bones,
no lacerations,
no injuries of any kind

as far as we can tell.

You collapsed shortly after
walking away from
the wreckage

and you've pretty much been
asleep for the last 48 hours.

Nothing short of
a miracle, Jake.

Don't talk to me
about miracles.

What the hell happened?

AGENT: Well, I am afraid
we don't have
an easy explanation.

That's why you're here.

So as soon as you're up to it,
we would like to begin
the debriefing.

De-briefing? What?

Why am I in isolation?

What am I, quarantined?

No, it's just
a routine precaution.

Nothing showing up
on our preliminary tests.

Well, I have got to
get to New York, okay?

My editor is expecting pages.

Well, nobody is going anywhere

until Dr. Bader here certifies
that you're safe to go home.

So in the meantime,

we'd like to see about
getting some answers.

JAKE: It's been days.
When do I get out of here?

AGENT: Just, uh,
try to relax, Mr. Worthy.

Oh, yeah!

Yeah, right, I'll relax.
What are you people? Crazy?

I don't even have a phone.
Even a prisoner gets
a phone call.

-So, Jake.
-(DR. BADER SIGHS)

Let's talk about the mission.

Do you remember
an electrical disturbance

that happened
on the second day out?

What?

The blackout.

The instruments went haywire
for a couple of minutes...

We lost contact
with the shuttle.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, right.
Yeah, the uh...

Commander said
something about hitting
an electromagnetic field,

but I am the last one
you ask about whatever
the hell that was.

Well, at this point,
I am afraid you're
the only person

that we can ask.

(GROANING)

God!

Are you all right, Mr. Worthy?

JAKE: Yeah.

It's these migraines.
I feel like somebody's

lobbing grenades around
inside my skull.

The nurse will give you
something for it

as soon as
the debriefing is over.

This electrical disturbance

what does that,
what does that have to do with

whatever happened to me?

We think that there may have
been far more serious damage
to the shuttle systems

than we had first anticipated.

The navigational controls,

the landing gear,
both malfunctioned
on re-entry.

Well, that sure as hell
doesn't explain

how I survived a blast
like that, does it?

No, it doesn't.

The NSA is expecting me

to report on your
preliminary findings by 2200.

What am I
supposed to tell them?

A man walks through
an inferno hot enough
to vaporize exotic alloys

with nothing but dehydration
and crushing migraines
to show for it.

I cannot offer you
a scientific explanation

because there is
no scientific explanation.

Couldn't something
have happened in
the explosion itself,

something that shielded him
from its fury?

What are you not telling me?

Jake Worthy was given
an exhaustive physical
before the mission,

just like the rest
of the crew.

Dr. Bader can tell you
there was nothing abnormal

about the man
that we sent up there.

And now?

There were second
and third degree burns

that were observed
by the emergency workers
on the ambulance.

By the time they got to
the ER, they were gone.

The skin was virtually
unblemished.

DR. BADER:
I'm reluctant to speculate,

but somehow his body's
natural healing properties

have, uh, accelerated.

Gentlemen,
I don't need to tell you

the potential significance
of all this.

If you would just allow us
to complete our test

before making any report to
the National Security agency.

I can stall them a day.

Maybe two.

But eventually, this is
going to the president.

Ah, Mr. Worthy has a visitor.

It's his ex-wife.

I don't think
we want him talking
to the public just yet.

We can make it clear to Jake

what the perimeters are
and we can monitor
his conversation.

I suggest it would lessen
press speculation

if we allow some
limited contact with
the outside world.

I'll need approval.

(DOOR OPENS)

ALEXIS: Hello, Jake.

Well, I'll be damned.

How are you, Alexis?

The question is how are you?

Well, I have always been
able to walk on water,

I guess, I am just...

...expanding my repertoire.

I wasn't even going to
watch the landing.

I was afraid that you might
say something to the press
you'd regret.

Moi?

It was so terrifying.

I sat there
and came apart at the seams.

It was like losing Timothy
all over again.

Yeah, well,

at least this time God picked
on someone his own size.

It wasn't always like this.

When Timothy was alive
and I could drag you away
from your work.

Yeah, well,
it was my work that

put food on our the table.
Do you remember?

I never said you weren't
a good provider.

No, just a cold unfeeling
son of a bitch, right?

I don't believe that
for a minute.

Do you want you know
what I really think?

I think that if you had
let yourself grieve

after we lost Timmy...

I'll tell you what, Alexis,
if I want advice

on how and when to grieve,
I'll give you a call, okay?

I guess I'll go now.

What is it, Jake?

Headache.
I'll get over it.

(GROANING)

You said you were going to
teach me how to ride.

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

TIMOTHY: You said you were
gonna teach me how to ride.

(LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT VOICE)

(VOICE ECHOING)
Dad. Daddy!

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

(JAKE SIGHS)

Good morning, Jake.

Huh?

I said good morning.

Yesterday you were ravenous,
today you haven't touched
your breakfast.

That's not true.

I had a banana.

And an entire shaker of salt.

No ill effects?

No.

What about the headaches?

They're getting worse.
I hope you got
something stronger.

I'll talk to Dr. Bader.

Okay.

Well, that was, uh,
quite a creative spurt
last night.

I was delirious.

My fingers ran away with me.

So you have no idea
what significance

those symbols
or those numbers had?

No. Why, do you?

No, it's just that
you were very prolific.

It was over 100 pages.

And, uh...
What about the drawings?

I was doodling
and that's what came out.

When do I get out
of this fish bowl?

Listen, Jake, I was wondering

if you would be
up to seeing someone?

Is this where you roll out
the head shrinkers?

It's Commander McCarty's
widow.

Great.

Mr. Worthy,
they don't want me
to stay very long.

I just wondered

during the mission,
if Phil said anything,

anything personal
about me or Grady?

To be honest with you,
I, uh...

I spent most of my time
on my journals.

I was busy writing.

So I don't think
your husband and I

exchanged more than
half a dozen words.

I see.

Oh.

I don't know maybe if I...

Yeah, he did say something
about, um...

...your son and what
a handsome boy he was.

And he got his looks from you.

You didn't have to make it up.

Excuse me?

Grady was adopted.

Phil never would have
said that.

It didn't have to be much.
I just wanted something small,

something true, something...

...that I could hang on to.

I didn't ask to be
the one who survived.

Well, they tell me that
it all happened so fast

that he didn't feel any pain.

I am grateful for that anyway.

My son,

our son,

he wants to go up there
like Phil.

That's what kids do,
they dream.

(VOICE BREAKING)
I don't know what to tell him.

I couldn't bear to lose him.

Could you imagine
what that would be like?

Yes, I think I can.

As soon as I finish this EEG,
I'll give you an injection
for those migraines.

I was gonna suggest
the guillotine.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

You always dress like this
for inoculations?

The word around here is
you're pretty special

I could have told you that.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

What is it?

Nothing.
It's just your brain activity.

I don't think I have seen
the needles jump
like this before.

Better than being brain dead,
I suppose.

(CHUCKLES SLOWLY)

The lump.

I'm sorry?

The small lump
on your left breast.

It's a fluid filled cyst.

It's completely benign.

-(GASPS)
-(OBJECTS CLATTER)

Years ago,
the French government
funded research

into what was known as
the Pre Aura project.

It applied
electromagnetic energy

into the terminal tumors
of laboratory animals.

Now, by altering
the electrical currents
within cells,

there were able to
time reverse them back

to an earlier state,
to a healthy state.

Of course, that explains
his cravings for salt.

And potassium rich food
like bananas.

All of it increases
the conductivity of his blood.

Something occurred during that
brief electromagnetic event

on the second day
of the Inspire's mission.

Something that, that altered
Jake Worthy's body.

You're telling us that his
body uses electrical currents

to heal itself?

Reduced to its essence, yes.

And it may have altered
more than his body.

My nurse tells me
that he diagnosed
a medical condition in her

that she only just confirmed
with her doctors.

(GROANING)

(TIMOTHY
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

I meant to teach you
to ride a bike.
I swear to God.

DISTORTED VOICE: Daddy.

(ALL LAUGHING)

TIMOTHY: Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

(VOICE ECHOING) Daddy!

(MUFFLED) Hey!

Let me out of here!

You hear me?

I can't take it!

I can't take it anymore!

(ALARM BLARING)

I can't see him.

-(JAKE GRUNTING)
-(GROANING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

You're telling me he survived
a hit of 50,000 volts?

If there is one thing
we learnt, General,

is that Jake Worthy
appears to be impervious
to physical injury.

(DOOR OPENS)

What about his state of mind?

I'm afraid we can't
be definitive, General.

We know that
if he tries to harm himself

he won't be successful,

for reasons that are
all too obvious.

More to the point,
is he a threat to the others?

Ask the security guard
he knocked unconscious.

(EXHALES)

I warned them about using
civilians on these flights.

Who knows what he'll say
to the press.

Can you imagine
the panic he will create?

(SIGHS)

Now what do we know
for certain about
this phenomenon

you have documented?

That it defies all reason.

The real problem is that
without further tests

we could never
fully understand

how he could be altered
so profoundly.

I want Worthy found
and brought back.

I'll authorize whatever
manpower is required.

Just get the man back.

(DOOR OPENS)

JAKE: Sorry to bother you,
Mrs. McCarty.

Mr. Worthy?
My God, what happened?

May I?

No one can know I am here,

so I'd appreciate it
if you didn't call USAS.

CATHARINE: What's this about?

I'm scaring you,
I don't mean to.

No, it...

-They must be looking for you.
-This will just take a minute.

Um...

I feel like our conversation
wasn't finished.

To be honest I was, uh...

I was completely insensitive.
I had no right to
patronize you.

You asked an honest question

and you deserve
an honest answer.

Um...

You're husband
told me a story.

The night before the crash.

I put it out of my mind
because I was jealous.
I was angry.

Really, I was angry

that he had a wife and
child to come home to

and all I had
was an impatient editor

and a bunch of
so called friends,

who loathe me as much as
I loathe them.

You don't have to do this.

He told me about
the night that...

...he told you he was
picked for the assignment

and how happy
you pretended to be,

even though he knew
you were dying inside.

And how brave you were.

And how giving.

And that he was
one lucky son...

S-O-B.

(CHUCKLES)

That's all.

Thank you, Mr. Worthy.

You're gonna need
some clothes.

You can go through
Phil's things.

You'd probably need
some cash...

Your husband was a good man,
Catharine.

Let's see about those clothes.

Audrey, damn it!

Will you stop worrying about
how tough things are for you?

I spent the night
on the street. Remember?

Audrey, listen to me.

You're my editor.
Listen to me!

If I can get all of this
down on paper,

I am going to
blow the roof off of
the publishing industry.

I am telling you...

No, I can't... (SIGHS)

I can't come to New York,
Audrey!

They're all over the place.
They're after me!

That's what I'm trying...

Audrey, listen to me.

Something is happening to me,
something I don't understand.

I don't know.
It's like, uh...

It's like I'm being watched,

it's like I'm being observed.
I don't know.

Like I'm being judged...

...from the inside. I don't...

Look, I can't explain it.

I know it sounds crazy,
but it's happening!

You gotta trust me on this.

No, no, no, no, no.

I will call you.

LANDLORD:
Rent's paid by the week.

We don't allow any loud music,

or pets,

or any kind of carrying on.

I just need
a quiet place to work.

What was it you said you did?

I'm a writer.

Okay.

Uh, sheets and towels,
pillow cases, uh,

kitchen things.

You got pretty much everything
you need.

(GROANS)

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

(CLOCK TICKING)

What am I doing?
Why am I doing this?

Why did I call
Catharine McCarty?

(SIGHS)

Why the hell were
my wisdom teeth
extracted without anesthetic?

I'd apologize to someone
for being callous.

That's who I am for God sake!

It's always been that way,
Jake Worthy against
the unworthy,

the undeserving, the unwashed.

(BREATHS DEEPLY)

What's happening to me?

It's unreal, it's a fever,
it's a sickness.

It's a nightmare.
That's what it is.

And I am going to wake up.

God help me if I don't.

(SIREN BLARING
IN THE DISTANCE)

(JAKE GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

It's not the technology
that makes these things go,

it's not the gizmos.

It's the humans.
Flawed as they may be.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(MACHINES BEEPING)

What the hell is going on?

(CHOKING)

(ECHOING) The instruments
are going crazy!

(MACHINES BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

Okay, we're back online.

JIM: (ECHOING)
Give me a full system status.

McCARTY:
You, okay, back there, Jake?

Yeah.

A-Okay.

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

JAKE: Here.

Let me help you with that.

I'm telling you, Audrey.

This thing,
it's making me crazy.

I see a kid on a bicycle,

I turn into
a blubbering idiot.

I'm helping old ladies
with their groceries.

Does that sound like
the man you know?

(SIGHS)
I can't control my thoughts,

I can't control my actions.

It's turning me inside out.

(SIGHS)

(MAN SHOUTING)

Hey, stop!

MAN: Jake! Jake!

Just me your money!

(WHIMPERING) Don't hurt me!

(GRUNTING)

Please help me.

It's all right.
We are going to get you help.

You're going to make it.
You hear me?

How did you do that?

We got a lead on our man.

He made a series of calls
to his literary agent

from a phone booth in
downtown Seattle.

Check in every hotel
and flophouse in the vicinity.

General, we've finished
running, uh, computer programs

on the electromagnetic event
on day two of the mission,

-And?
-Well, it didn't show up
on the instruments,

but apparently
there was a corruption

of the programing's
of the onboard computers,

and once the landing routine
kicked in,

the air began to compound.

What was it?
Some kind of virus?

I don't know.
I wouldn't begin
to characterize it.

But it just overwhelmed
the computers.

And there's
ample evidence
it may have infected

more than
the shuttle's systems.

Dr. Bader believes
the transformation
of Worthy's body chemistry

may have happened
at the very same time.

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING AND WHIRRING)

(CRACKLING)

(GROANING)

ALIEN: It's all right, Jake!

The pain will subside.

(CONTINUES GROANING)

What are you?

A stranger.

Much like you.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

(CHOKING)

You saved my life.

I was only returning a favor.

I don't understand.

Our ship collided
with a meteor.

Our bodies were reduced
to electrical impulses.

The others faded into
the ether one by one

and I was the last survivor.

I had only hours left
when I found your craft.

So you entered my body?

I had no choice.

I would have died
without a suitable host.

Why me?

There were six others
aboard that craft.

It could have been anyone.
You were the nearest vessel.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm going off to deep end.

This isn't happening.
You're a figment
of my imagination.

I didn't know beings like you
were possible either.

So, you entered my body,

you merged with me,

so you could stay alive.

That's right.

But you are not in me now.

No.

So, you don't need me anymore?

The only way I could
leave your body

was through
the machine we built.

We have a machine.
So, you don't need me anymore.

I'll die, Jake.

If it was the machine,
I could only exist outside
of you for a short while.

I'm not even sure how long
I'll live inside of you.

I find, I'm growing
weaker by the hour.

Wait a minute.

You're the reason this...
This ship crashed.

That electrical disturbance
they were talking about,
that was you!

I never intended it.

You have to believe me.

Because of you,
six people are dead and...

You almost took me as well.

And in weighs upon me
more than you could know,

but together we
can make amends.

You've already
witnessed a miracle...

I hate what you've done,
do you understand?

I want my life back.

I wanna be the person I was
before you invaded me.

A man who used to care
about no one but himself.

I've seen your thoughts.

The anger, the loneliness.

So, that's it.

This guilt, these...
These pangs of conscience,

that was made all up...

That's you.

Is that what you believe?

You have no right
to take me over!

I'm bleeding.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

-Your powers of healing
will disappear.
-Good.

I don't wanna be
some freak of nature.

You lost your child
to cancer, didn't you?

I don't wanna talk about it.

You think about it
all the time.

How do you know
what I think about?

You don't know
anything about me!

Perhaps you're right.

Perhaps I've given you
the benefit of the doubt.

Why couldn't I have had
the power when it mattered,

when I could
save my son's life?

We've both experienced
loss, Jake.

My mate,

my child,

both died when that
meteor hit our ship.

It was a grief I wish no one
else ever has to know.

(MACHINE RATTLING)

(YELLS)

It's overloading! (GROANS)

God Almighty!

-How's he doing?
-He's heavily sedated.

Anything turn up on
the brain scan?

Yes, and it's quite troubling.

Now, you'll notice
the most of the synaptic array
reads normal.

That's the blue shades here,

here, here.

And the reddish color?

It's my conclusion
Mr. Worthy's neurological
engrams

have been hijacked by this,
this creature you described.

You're telling us what,

that half his brain

has been taken over
by this other being?

Oh, it's more than that.

I believe it's continuing to
encroach in every key region,

from the autonomic to
motor and the sensory,

to higher cognitive function.

At the rate displacement
is occurring,

I would suggest that
72 hours from now,

there'll be no more
Jake Worthy.

I can assure you
we're not gonna allow
things to get that far.

What are you proposing
that we do, General?

Find some answers, damn it!

Our best experts have
been unable to come up
with a reason

for this machine's existence.

We have no idea
what the agenda
of this creature is!

What we do know,
is that it's made
the body it's occupied

virtually indestructible!

That's all the more
reason to study its
incredible properties.

Curing life-threatening
diseases, treating injuries.

Don't forget this
eerie little sprite of yours

caused a crash that bought
down a billion dollar shuttle

and killed most of its crew.

We have no idea what's
gonna happen once it
gets up ahead of steam.

Worthy will have to be
sacrificed so that we
can eliminate that threat.

We don't have a whole hell
of a lot of choice, do we?

We gotta find a way to reduce
the creature in him to dust.

My God! We devote
billions in resources,

countless lifetimes
of manpower,

in order to look for
intelligent life
outside our planet,

and what do we do
the minute we find it?

We order its destruction!

Look, the MEG gives
a pretty good map
of the affected areas.

Now, based on that,

I believe that we can
selectively target
the invading brain activity

with pinpoint radiation.

Now, if my theory is cracked,

we just might be able
to rid him of the invader

without irreparable harm.

Theories?

You know what's frightening?
Is that nobody can assure me

that we can kill this thing!

But what I do know,
is that we've got to try.

(METAL THUDS)

(GASPS)

(SHIVERING)

(SNIFFLES)

ALIEN: Jake.

I'm trapped inside you.

And it's slowly
killing both of us.

It's clear now,
we can't co-exist.

If you're going to
survive this, I've got to die.

He didn't ask for much.

You know, I...

(EXHALES)

He just wanted me
to teach about, uh,

how to ride a bike
without training wheels.

(SIGHS) I missed his
birth because I...

I wouldn't cancel a trip.

Tell me, do I have more
of a right to this body
than you do?

Listen to me.

We don't have much time.

If you're gonna survive this,

you gotta do
exactly as I tell you.

Harold, he's awake.
He wants to talk to us.

High intensity meson
bombardment to all the, uh,
the affected areas.

Well, you should know that,
that kind of radiation

holds the risk of
serious collateral damage.

Look at me.

It's my only chance.

You have to trust me,
it's the only way.

Since when did you become
a medical authority, Jake?

Let's just say I was given
a crash course.

Why should we believe
anything this, this thing
communicates to you?

It's benign.

It's more than that,
it's good and it's decent.

And it's willing to sacrifice
its life to save mine.

We could try a moderate dose
of meson radiation,

measure it's effect on
the invading engrams and
then decide from there.

I won't lie to you, Jake,

if Dr. Bader can't find
an effective way to
purge this creature,

you are looking at
the gravest possible measures.

So I guess I don't have
much to lose, do I?

(SIGHS)

Are you ready, Jake?

Hell, yes.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

He's here.

How's he doing?

Jake is doing as well
as could be expected,

considering what
he's been subjected to.

But even better,

all signs of the invasive
brain activity have
been eradicated.

You're certain?

Take a look yourself.

Even the moderate dose
began to eat away at it,
so I went for broke.

The red areas that we
determined were
the creature's,

are gone completely.

All indications are
that the brain,
it's back to normal.

Thank God.

The hell we've done
the right thing.

I still need
one more assurance.

This is gonna hurt, Jake.

God, I hope so.

(JAKE GROANS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

No healing, General.

Okay.

But let's give it
a few minutes.

It's gone.

I can feel it.

DR. BADER: Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

I just had a scary thought.

What if the electrical
activity in the red areas

we assumed were
taking over his brain,

were actually Jake's?

What the hell are you saying?

If the creature's synapses
were actually in retreat,

then we would have killed off
the wrong inhabitant
of Jake Worthy's body.

Your father loved you
very much, Timothy.

And he missed you,

until the day he died.

Tell me what I have to do.

Buy some time.

I'm dying, Jake.

In two-three days the most,

there won't be a trace of me.

Meson bombardment
is the only thing that
might bring me back.

But you'll
never survive it, Jake.

Never.

I understand.

JAKE: "How do you make up
for a life time of mistakes?

"A life of
squandered opportunities.

"For once I had to
make the right choice,

"to leave behind something
that could make a difference.

"That legacy,

"my otherworldly friend,

"that legacy is you."

CONTROL VOICE: Few of us
have the opportunity
to truly begin again,

to redress the flaws
that tarnish our souls.

But only when we
remake ourselves,

can we remake the world.