Panel 1: A video screen image of a pen floating in front of Sharizad. She has a slight look of concentration on her face.
CAPTION: Twelve years from now:
SHARIZAD: (electronically recorded voice) I don't know, exactly, how I do it.
SHARIZAD: (ditto) Sometimes, when I think really hard about something, it happens. I like to think of it as Allah, or one of His angels, answering my prayers.
Panel 2: Two pensive-looking scientists are watching the television. One, Dr. Elizabeth Sanger, is a redhead who's starting to get long in the tooth. The other is Sharizad's father, Dr. Jaffar Raschim, a man in his mid-thirties.
TV: Of course, if that offends you, you could say it's more like a genie granting my wishes.
TV: Though personally, I think that's racial stereotyping.
DR. SANGER: Hmm...
Panel 3: Side view of the two doctors.
JAFFAR: When she first complained about hearing the other worshippers, I thought it was some kind of psychological problem.
DR. SANGER: And instead, it turned out to be parapsychological.
DR. SANGER: Your daughter seems to be a true telekinetic, Dr. Raschim. Quite possibly a telepath as well, and God knows what else.
Panel 4: Bird's-eye view of Dr. Sanger. She has a dismissive expression on her face.
JAFFAR (o.s.): I hope it is God behind her talent, and not the other fellow.
DR. SANGER: Well, that depends on how she uses it, doesn't it?
DR: SANGER: Anyway, it was a figure of speech, Dr. Raschim. Don't get bent out of shape over it.
Panel 5: We see, from Dr. Sanger's POV, a photograph of Stephanie McMahon's young son, the baby we saw born. He's brown-haired and wearing glasses.
DR. SANGER: Although...I'm reminded of being informed by a doctor, eleven years ago, of another person born with an unusual talent.
Panel 1: We see the boy, Michael "Mike" McMahon. His glasses have been broken and his clothes are rumpled. Other than that, he's none the worse for wear.
STEPHANIE (o.s.) Mike! Are you all right?
Panel 2: Mike looks nonchalant, while a now forty-year-old Stephanie checks him out concernedly. She's a cop, as her uniform shows.
MIKE: I'm always all right, Mom.
STEPHANIE: I know, Mike. I'm just being motherly.
STEPHANIE: What the hell happened to you, anyway?
Panel 3: Mike has taken his glasses off. Stephanie looks even more concerned.
MIKE: Some school bully called "Rocky" or something was pushing me around.
STEPHANIE: And you let him?
Panel 4: Mike looks like he's quoting something. Stephanie looks embarrassed.
MIKE: "Now, Mike, I want you to remember something. You have to hide how strong you are, or people will be afraid of you."
STEPHANIE: I said that, didn't I?
Panel 5: Mike is still quoting.
MIKE: You also said, "But when the time is right, you must use your powers to help mankind."
MIKE: I don't know about you, Mom, but I hate having to wait for that.
Panel 1: Int. shot of a factory. Billionaire Michael Chandler and his sixteen-year-old daughter Beverly are touring the facility. Chandler's in his forties/fifties, with graying dark hair. He wears glasses and looks mildly corrupt. Beverly is the classic spoiled "popular girl", and has blond hair, fair skin and blue eyes.
CAPTION: Sixteen years from now...
CHANDLER: This, Beverly, will all be yours when I'm gone: Chandler Industries, a multi-billion-dollar empire.
BEVERLY: It doesn't look like much, father.
CHANDLER: Pay attention, now. We're developing fuels for space exploration. We're a nation addicted to oil, and it's estimated the world will run out of it years from now.
Panel 2: Two delivery guys move a heavy crate. One bangs into Beverly, knocking her over a railing.
DELIVERY GUY #1: Watch it!
DELIVERY GUY #2: Sorry!
CHANDLER (o.s.): Beverly!
Panel 3: Beverly has fallen onto a tank of liquid nitrogen. It's ruptured although not completely crumpled, and the super-cold liquid/gas is spewing from the cracks.
CHANDLER (o.s.): She's fallen on the liquid nitrogen!
CHANDLER (ditto): Get her out of there, or I'll have your heads!
Panel 4: The two delivery guys and Chandler have formed a human chain.
CHANDLER: My daughter injured, and months of work ruined! I don't know which makes me angrier!
DELIVERY GUY #1: We're sorry, already! Geez!
DELIVERY GUY #2: I got her! I'm pulling her up...
Panel 5: Michael Chandler's holding the frozen Beverly in his arms. He's looking supremely upset. The delivery guys are running for it.
CHANDLER: Get out! Get out, or I'll have you arrested!
CHANDLER: Oh, God, Beverly, not you...
Panel 6: Beverly's right eye has opened. It's radiating an ice-blue glow.
CHANDLER (o.s.): Beverly?...
Panel 1: Beverly is holding a flower in her hand. It's dead, as if from cold.
SANDY (o.s.) Beverly? Come on...
Panel 2: We have pulled back to reveal the ice-white Beverly, and Sandy, one of the less attractive and popular girls. We're also shown our establishing shot: the outside of a high school (not necessarily the one we saw before). Sandy's trying to make nice, but Beverly's too preoccupied with the flower.
SANDY: ...we're gonna be late.
SANDY: Look, Beverly, I heard about your accident. I want you to know that we all feel bad about what happened.
Panel 3: Beverly's turning the dead flower in her hands, not really listening.
SANDY (o.s.): I was thinking, maybe we could get a second chance to be friends. Maybe we could go out to a movie or something.
SANDY (ditto): Look, you could at least listen to me. I'm trying to be nice to you.
Panel 4: Beverly is now looking at the off-panel Sandy, out of the corner of her glowing eyes. A demented smirk is on her face.
SANDY (o.s.) Unless maybe you want us to make bitchy jokes about you being an "ice princess" or something...
BEVERLY: "Ice princess"?
Panel 5: Sandy has been frozen alive, a silent scream of agony on her face.
Panel 6: Beverly pushes the frozen Sandy down, literally shattering her.
Panel 7: Beverly trots off to class.
BEVERLY: What an odd turn of phrase.
Panel 1: The McMahon Van, a sort of small camper/RV owned by the McMahons, has entered Washington. Unfortunately, they have also come up against a police blockade.
STEPHANIE (o.s., inside the van): Huh? The hell --
Panel 2: Stephanie, now in her forties/fifties (but in such good shape, she looks like she's in her thirties) leans out of the driver's seat to talk to a cop.
STEPHANIE: What the hell's going on here?
COP: The whole square's been blocked off. All the national monuments -- everything.
Panel 3: Stephanie has just pulled out her badge.
Panel 4: The cop looks reluctant.
COP: We don't wanna panic anyone, but there's been reports that a nuclear missile has been launched from a hidden site. We think it's the Rockies...
COP: No, the Rockies, in Colorado. That's where we think the site is.
Panel 5: A fifteen-year-old Mike is looking out another window.
MIKE: I see it, Mom. It looks like it's headed for the Washington Monument.
Panel 6: Stephanie is looking horrified.
STEPHANIE: Jesus Christ...if it hits, it'll wipe out the White House, the Capitol Building...everything.
Panel 7: Cutting back to Mike, looking determined.
MIKE: You know how you always told me about "when the time is right?"
MIKE: I'd say that's right now.
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