PRS-7

Page 1 · Panel 1 · Visual: A wide, cinematic shot of a desolate sandy beach. Long, dramatic shadows stretch across the sand as the sun sinks low on the horizon. A lone, heavily bearded man sits at the edge of the water, looking out at the sea. · SFX: Shhhfffff (The sound of waves) · Caption: The shadows lengthened over the sandy beach. A lone person sat in the sand watching the sun set on the horizon. · Panel 2 · Visual: Close-up on the man's weathered feet as he wiggles his toes, burying them slightly in the grains of sand. · Caption: He wiggled his toes in the millions of silicon particles. · Panel 3 · Visual: The man reaches into his tattered pocket and pulls out an old, heavily scratched cell phone. The screen is completely black and lifeless. · Caption: He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He looked at the faded numbers and the dead screen. · Panel 4 · Visual: Close-up on the man's weary, longing face. He stares intensely at the dead device. · Caption: It had been years since he tried calling anyone since his plane had crashed. · Page 2 · Panel 1 · Visual: Flashback scene. A sleek F-16 fighter jet streaks through a stormy, turbulent sky. The cockpit instrument panel flashes with red warning lights and static. · Caption: He was a pilot for the USAF, flying on national alert from the aircraft carrier USS Michigan. He had given chase to an unidentified aircraft. Somewhere in the Mach 1 chase, his F-16 suffered a catastrophic electrical failure. · Panel 2 · Visual: Inside the cockpit. The pilot looks down in shock at his navigation charts. The radar screen flickers violently, displaying chaotic readings. · Caption: It was only then that he looked at his charts to find out he was somewhere within the Bermuda Triangle. · Panel 3 · Visual: An explosion of white fabric against a dark sky. The pilot ejects from the cockpit just as the jet plunges toward the roaring ocean below. · Caption: He was able to eject before the plane crashed into the water. · Panel 4 · Visual: Back to the present. The man is dragging a makeshift fishnet made of parachute fabric along the shoreline, a small pile of coconuts sitting near his makeshift shelter in the background. · Caption: He swam to the nearest island after scavenging what was left. The coconut trees were fruitful. The parachute worked well as both a shelter and a fishnet. · Page 3 · Panel 1 · Visual: The man sits by his shelter, scratching his thick, unkempt beard as he stares blankly into the darkening horizon. · Caption: He looked off into the horizon as he scratched his bearded jaw. He had seen many unusual things since he'd been in the triangle. · Panel 2 · Visual: Extreme close-up of the dead cell phone in his hand. Suddenly, the screen faintly glows for a fraction of a second, displaying a full signal bar despite having no battery. · Caption: He had seen a signal on his cell phone quite a few times when there was no power going into the phone. It was because of the signal that gave him the courage to live on. · Panel 3 · Visual: Flashback scene. A stern military instructor, Captain Jay Wright, stands before a line of cadets. He is looking down at a flip phone clipped to his belt, checking the time. · Caption: In the Air Force, he was called Seven. He thought back to how he had gotten the name. His instructor, Captain Jay Wright, had a habit of checking his cell phone to look at the time. · Panel 4 · Visual: Captain Wright points toward a young, clean-shaven Paul Robert Stevens during roll call, noticing his initials on the registry. · Caption: During roll call, the captain noticed the PRS that corresponded to the pilot's name. After that, Paul Robert Stevens was known as Seven. He had programmed the phone to dial that number. · Page 4 · Panel 1 · Visual: Back to the present. Complete darkness has engulfed the island. Suddenly, the cell phone screen aggressively lights up, casting a bright blue glow over the man's shocked face. · Caption: The phone lit up just as darkness engulfed the island. · Panel 2 · Visual: The man desperately smashes his thumb down on the key for the number seven. · Seven: (Thinking) Please... · SFX: BEEP · Panel 3 · Visual: Split panel. On the left, Seven holds the phone to his ear in total darkness, eyes wide with desperate hope. On the right, a sleek, modern smartphone rings loudly on a polished counter inside a dimly lit New York apartment. · SFX: RRRRING! RRRRING! · Panel 4 · Visual: The phone on the counter goes completely dark. On the island, Seven lowers the phone from his ear, his face dropping into deep despair. · Caption: He waited for someone to pick up. The phone rang four times, then, just like every year, the signal died. · Page 5 · Panel 1 · Visual: Inside the cozy New York apartment. A woman sits on the edge of a bed, staring in absolute shock and horror at the smartphone in her hand. A man lies in the background, half-awake. · Man: Who was that? · Panel 2 · Visual: Close-up of the woman's face. Her hand is trembling violently as tears stream down her cheeks. The phone screen shows a missed call from "Paul". · Woman: (Shaky voice) Some jerk is calling me on my birthday... I think I'm being stalked. · Panel 3 · Visual: The man places a comforting hand on her shoulder, trying to reassure her. · Man: It's just a coincidence. We had a wonderful evening, and we are happy. Let it go. · Panel 4 · Visual: Close-up on the woman's thumb hovering over the screen. She presses the delete button. The contact name "Paul" disappears from the call history. · Caption: The woman stared at the caller ID and erased her dead husband's cell number, just like she had for the past ten years.