The golden craft hangs motionless above the moon.
105.
No fanfare. No radiation. No light show.
It releases the pear-shaped capsule.
The capsule drifts downward — not falling, not guided —
allowed.
The capsule touches the lunar surface.
Softly.
Dust lifts, then settles.
Silence.
The capsule opens.
FEELGOOD floats out, unconscious but peaceful.
The Moon Creatures follow — still, fossil-like, unreadable.
Between them: the COLLAPSED STAR.
It does not expand.
It does not ignite.
Instead, it dims further, collapsing inward until it is no
brighter than the surrounding regolith.
Then something impossible happens.
The lunar surface beneath them does not crack or melt.
It gives — as if depth were optional here.
The Moon Creatures sink slowly into the moon, not leaving
impressions, not displacing matter.
The star follows, vanishing without light.
Feelgood hesitates — suspended.
For a moment, he stirs.
His eyes open.
He looks back — not toward Earth, but toward the vast dark
beyond.
A faint smile touches his lips.
106.
Then he, too, is gently taken.
The surface restores itself.
No scar.
No mark.
The crater looks exactly as it always has.
The golden craft is no longer there.
The moon remains.
Unchanged.
For a long beat.
Then — almost imperceptibly — the moon shifts.
Not closer.
Farther.
A fraction. A whisper.
Nothing dramatic enough to alarm.
Nothing violent enough to notice at first.
But the distance is real.
The moon has begun to withdraw.
— The moon rises slightly later than expected.
— Tides still come. Still go.
Just… a few minutes off.
— Astronomical software refreshes.
Corrections fail.
— Old eclipse charts quietly become wrong.
No sirens.
107.
No panic.
No announcement.
Life continues.
Drummer trots forward.
He sniffs what’s left of Fleabag — cautious, confused.
Drummer looks up at Danny.
A small, uncertain WHINE.
Danny meets his eyes.
Drummer circles once, then lowers himself beside the remains,
resting his head close.
Still.
Watchful.
BLAKE
(looking at Fleabag’s
remains)
I guess he was loved by someone.
SARAH
(holding Blake's hand)
What does it all mean?
JUBA
(smiling)
Possibility. The old stories say
when the moon changes, the world
changes with it.
AMY
(checking the device)
They're gone. Really gone this
time. But Matt?
(Holding up the device)
Want this back?
MATT
Keep it. I'm in a new realm.
Spiritually at least.
JUBA
Bye uncle Feelgood.
108.
The group stands in silence as the waters of the delta appear
as they had always been.
Matt, Amy, Blake and Juba stand beside the helicopter as two
NAVY SEALS help the surviving crew members from Endurance II
toward the aircraft.
Toby, weak but alive, gives Matt a grateful nod.
MATT
(to Juba, nodding toward
where the shuttle had
been exposed)
I guess it's down to you now young
fella. Sorry about the mess, and
sorry you lost Feelgood.
JUBA
He was old as the hills, reckon
he's loving it. And what mess?
Can't have dinner without washing
up.
MATT
(to all)
What you did here... it matters.
BLAKE
(shaking hands)
It bought me to Sarah and Danny.
And my old man's legacy. Safe
travels. Say Hi to the President...
With a quick salute, Matt climbs into the helicopter. Amy
follows, waves. The rotors spin up, and the aircraft lifts
off, heading toward the horizon.
CHAPTER 29 - CACTUS MOON - IMAGE - FISHING.
BLAKE, SARAH, and DANNY stand before a simple headstone.
Danny holds a small bouquet of wildflowers.
DANNY
(to the grave)
Sorry I was angry, Dad. I
understand now... sometimes people
just get too tired to keep going.
109.
He places the flowers at the base of the stone.
DANNY (CONT'D)
(continuing)
But I'm not alone anymore. I've got
Blake now. And Mum's happy again.
Sarah wraps her arm around Danny. Blake places his hand on
the boy's shoulder.
SARAH
(softly)
He would have been proud of how
brave you were.
DANNY
I ain't brave. I'm...excited.
They stand in quiet reflection for a moment, then turn and
walk away together.
Budya stands alone before the ancient murals.
SHE CARRIES A SMALL POT OF OCHRE PAINT AND STUDIES MARWEN'S
WORK, THEN THE CRUDE DRAWING OF THE VASH.
She looks at the blank wall space, considering what story to
add.
After a long moment, she dips her hand in the paint and
presses it firmly against the stone wall.
She steps back, admiring the simple handprint — her mark on
this eternal record.
BUDYA
(to herself)
Feelgood would like that. Some
stories don't need words.
She gathers her things and walks toward the cave entrance.
DANNY and JUBA sit on their familiar outcrop, fishing lines
cast into the calm water.
Drummer lies beside them, panting contentedly.
110.
DANNY
So... that was pretty mental, eh?
JUBA
(grinning)
What was mental?
DANNY
You know... the whole alien
abduction thing?
JUBA
(innocent)
Aliens? Danny, you been reading too
many of those space books again.
DANNY
(looks up towards the
distant moon)
Well, how come the tide's taking
its time, Einstein?
JUBA
(not looking up from his
line)
You want answers or you want fish?
'Cause we're only getting one of
those today.
They both laugh. Juba's line tugs.
DANNY
Got one!
He reels in a fish, just like they've done a thousand times
before.
FADE OUT.
THE END
— ⑯
EXT. SPACE – LUNAR ORBIT
The golden craft hangs motionless above the moon.
105.
No fanfare. No radiation. No light show.
It releases the pear-shaped capsule.
The capsule drifts downward — not falling, not guided —
allowed.
EXT. MOON – CRATER LANGRENUS
The capsule touches the lunar surface.
Softly.
Dust lifts, then settles.
Silence.
The capsule opens.
FEELGOOD floats out, unconscious but peaceful.
The Moon Creatures follow — still, fossil-like, unreadable.
Between them: the COLLAPSED STAR.
It does not expand.
It does not ignite.
Instead, it dims further, collapsing inward until it is no
brighter than the surrounding regolith.
Then something impossible happens.
The lunar surface beneath them does not crack or melt.
It gives — as if depth were optional here.
The Moon Creatures sink slowly into the moon, not leaving
impressions, not displacing matter.
The star follows, vanishing without light.
Feelgood hesitates — suspended.
For a moment, he stirs.
His eyes open.
He looks back — not toward Earth, but toward the vast dark
beyond.
A faint smile touches his lips.
106.
Then he, too, is gently taken.
The surface restores itself.
No scar.
No mark.
The crater looks exactly as it always has.
EXT. SPACE – WIDE
The golden craft is no longer there.
The moon remains.
Unchanged.
For a long beat.
Then — almost imperceptibly — the moon shifts.
Not closer.
Farther.
A fraction. A whisper.
Nothing dramatic enough to alarm.
Nothing violent enough to notice at first.
But the distance is real.
The moon has begun to withdraw.
EXT. EARTH – NIGHT (VARIOUS)
— The moon rises slightly later than expected.
— Tides still come. Still go.
Just… a few minutes off.
— Astronomical software refreshes.
Corrections fail.
— Old eclipse charts quietly become wrong.
No sirens.
107.
No panic.
No announcement.
Life continues.
EXT. DRAINED DELTA - CONTINUOUS
Drummer trots forward.
He sniffs what’s left of Fleabag — cautious, confused.
Drummer looks up at Danny.
A small, uncertain WHINE.
Danny meets his eyes.
Drummer circles once, then lowers himself beside the remains,
resting his head close.
Still.
Watchful.
BLAKE
(looking at Fleabag’s
remains)
I guess he was loved by someone.
SARAH
(holding Blake's hand)
What does it all mean?
JUBA
(smiling)
Possibility. The old stories say
when the moon changes, the world
changes with it.
AMY
(checking the device)
They're gone. Really gone this
time. But Matt?
(Holding up the device)
Want this back?
MATT
Keep it. I'm in a new realm.
Spiritually at least.
JUBA
Bye uncle Feelgood.
108.
The group stands in silence as the waters of the delta appear
as they had always been.
EXT. STINKWOOD ISLAND - MORNING
Matt, Amy, Blake and Juba stand beside the helicopter as two
NAVY SEALS help the surviving crew members from Endurance II
toward the aircraft.
Toby, weak but alive, gives Matt a grateful nod.
MATT
(to Juba, nodding toward
where the shuttle had
been exposed)
I guess it's down to you now young
fella. Sorry about the mess, and
sorry you lost Feelgood.
JUBA
He was old as the hills, reckon
he's loving it. And what mess?
Can't have dinner without washing
up.
MATT
(to all)
What you did here... it matters.
BLAKE
(shaking hands)
It bought me to Sarah and Danny.
And my old man's legacy. Safe
travels. Say Hi to the President...
With a quick salute, Matt climbs into the helicopter. Amy
follows, waves. The rotors spin up, and the aircraft lifts
off, heading toward the horizon.
CHAPTER 29 - CACTUS MOON - IMAGE - FISHING.
EXT. SMALL CEMETERY - DAY
BLAKE, SARAH, and DANNY stand before a simple headstone.
Danny holds a small bouquet of wildflowers.
DANNY
(to the grave)
Sorry I was angry, Dad. I
understand now... sometimes people
just get too tired to keep going.
109.
He places the flowers at the base of the stone.
DANNY (CONT'D)
(continuing)
But I'm not alone anymore. I've got
Blake now. And Mum's happy again.
Sarah wraps her arm around Danny. Blake places his hand on
the boy's shoulder.
SARAH
(softly)
He would have been proud of how
brave you were.
DANNY
I ain't brave. I'm...excited.
They stand in quiet reflection for a moment, then turn and
walk away together.
INT. DIGGERS CAVE - DAY
Budya stands alone before the ancient murals.
SHE CARRIES A SMALL POT OF OCHRE PAINT AND STUDIES MARWEN'S
WORK, THEN THE CRUDE DRAWING OF THE VASH.
She looks at the blank wall space, considering what story to
add.
After a long moment, she dips her hand in the paint and
presses it firmly against the stone wall.
She steps back, admiring the simple handprint — her mark on
this eternal record.
BUDYA
(to herself)
Feelgood would like that. Some
stories don't need words.
She gathers her things and walks toward the cave entrance.
EXT. COASTAL ROCKS - FISHING SPOT - DAY
DANNY and JUBA sit on their familiar outcrop, fishing lines
cast into the calm water.
Drummer lies beside them, panting contentedly.
110.
DANNY
So... that was pretty mental, eh?
JUBA
(grinning)
What was mental?
DANNY
You know... the whole alien
abduction thing?
JUBA
(innocent)
Aliens? Danny, you been reading too
many of those space books again.
DANNY
(looks up towards the
distant moon)
Well, how come the tide's taking
its time, Einstein?
JUBA
(not looking up from his
line)
You want answers or you want fish?
'Cause we're only getting one of
those today.
They both laugh. Juba's line tugs.
DANNY
Got one!
He reels in a fish, just like they've done a thousand times
before.
FADE OUT.
THE END