This is part of a screenplay, a spinoff of the four-book series I've been working on for a very long time.
FADE IN:
EXT.  DEEP IN A FOREST – DAY
PIERCE DAGON, 75, wears worn sneakers, jeans, a jacket and a backpack draped over one shoulder. Straight, silver hair falls from under his ballcap as he stands impatiently, staring at the outer rim of a circular clearing where nothing grows. Pierce, who usually frequents the library at this time, waits for the one thing he tenaciously researches. The mysterious cabin.
Pierce looks at his arm and watches the hairs rise on his arm. 
MILES, 76, Pierce’s best friend, approaches, whistling, from a nearby path. A walking stick, like a pendulum, swings at his side as he tilts his fedora to block the rays of sun that light his path.
Miles pours an unsteady cup of coffee from his thermos and hands it to Pierce.
                               PIERCE
               You here for the same reason?
                               MILES
               No, I saw you head into the woods. I went 
home, grabbed my gear, and thought I’d try 
to catch up with you.
Miles looks across the circle as leaves blow across it but don’t touch the ground.
                               MILES (CONT’D)
               I had no idea this is why you came. It’s
               good to see this again. In a way.
Miles sees the tentpoles sticking out of Pierce’s backpack.
                               MILES (CONT’D)
               The third time you have a choice. You 
               planning to camp out until it happens?
                               PIERCE
               I need to go – and yes, I’m not going
               anywhere until it shows up and takes me.
MILES
               I had a feeling you’d say that. Have you
               thought this through?
PIERCE
               There’s nothing to think through.
               I need to find her.
                               MILES
               There’s something different, other than
               having a choice you need to be aware of.
Pierce continues to stare across the empty circle.
                               MILES (CONT’D)
               I’ve talked with other travelers. There
               are implications.
                               PIERCE
               Let’s hear it. But my mind is made up.
                               MILES
               There’s no guarantee you’ll return.
               Whatever world you go to could be your 
last. The thought of never seeing you 
again, well, I didn’t exactly wake up 
this morning preparing for that.
                               PIERCE
               What else?
                               MILES
               Not returning means no influence on 
               family, you’ve neglected. Speaking of 
which, have you-
                               PIERCE
               What else?
Miles turns and faces Pierce catching his eye.
                               MILES
               She may not be there. Noelle may not 
exist in your next world, and even if 
she does, you may never find her. If 
you do, it could take a lifetime. 
Hell, Pierce, you may only be there a 
year. We don’t ever know.
Miles blows on his cup before taking a sip of coffee.
                               MILES (CONT’D)
Your journeys were rare, being that you 
ended up in the same world both times. 
Believe me. 
               
PIERCE
When I left her, I was ripped away. 
Torn from her, our children. I need 
closure. If nothing else, I deserve 
that. I’ve tried living this life 
without her. Can’t do it.
               MILES
What about your son that’s here? A son 
that lives in your real world, but you 
know nothing about. And the only gift 
he ever received was abandonment.
               PIERCE
               I felt I was betraying them.
                               MILES
               Which makes the void of abandonment
deeper and darker. I just want to make 
sure you know what’s at risk.
                               PIERCE
               I do. Was there something else you 
wanted?
Miles stoops over, grabs some small sticks.
                               MILES
               How about one last campfire?

 
 
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