MORNING SCENE – “HIGH CHI AND SONGS”

For the next month and a half, Cherry’s days fell into a precise rhythm.

Daylight hours belonged to High Chi—discipline, balance, power.

Nighttime belonged to music—the kind of raw, soul-fed poetry that turned silence into confession.

She met a small band by accident—three wanderers with old instruments and open hearts. By the second night, they were rehearsing in a dim studio above the café, her voice threading through bass and drum until it almost didn’t sound like her own anymore.

The easy back-and-forth she once shared with Eve and Lisa faded. There wasn’t time. Or maybe there wasn’t space anymore.

Cherry still was not ready to blend sexually—but she didn’t mind that her body, her mind, her spirit were finally hers to train.

Eve noticed.

She always did.

KITCHEN – EARLY MORNING

The scent of fruit lingered.

Lisa was gone. Honey babbled in his playpen.

Eve sat at the table, knitting—each loop a small act of calm.

Cherry moved barefoot through the kitchen like clockwork—grounded, toned.

She blended fruit, poured a glass, and drank slowly.

Eve watched, unable to look away.

EVE

(soft, half-teasing)

You’ve been focused on yourself lately.

Working out suits you.

A fine body walking around here… that no one can touch.

(slight pause)

And those songs you’re writing at night—

feeding your soul?

(softer)

Does this mean you’re better, Cherry?

That you’ve found yourself…

and moved on from me?

Cherry didn’t flinch.

She took another sip, never breaking eye contact.

CHERRY

The High Chi focuses me.

You’ve noticed my body changing.

I feel your stares every morning.

(voice softens)

You have no idea what a force you are, do you?

CHERRY

At night, I’m finding my voice.

When it comes out—

God help you, Eve.

Eve’s needles slipped from her fingers.

EVE

God help me?

That sounds like a warning.

She studied Cherry—confident, calm, dangerous.

EVE

You’re different.

Not the same girl who showed up at my door.

You’re sharper. Quieter.

Beautiful in a way that makes people cautious.

(beat)

I don’t need to touch you to feel you.

You’re everywhere.

Even in my stitches.

(quietly)

So… are you going to sing me into confession—

or burn me down?

Cherry leaned against the counter, fire in her eyes.

CHERRY

There’s fire in me.

And yes, I’m changing.

Things get clearer when you take your power back.

EVE

I see that.

It’s unsettling… and beautiful.

Even your silence has weight now.

She set the knitting aside, trying to still her hands.

EVE

I used to think I was shaping you.

But you’re teaching me now.

Eve stood, drawn forward.

EVE

I don’t want your fire to burn away from me.

I just want to be near it.

(soft smile)

When you take your power back…

is there still a place in it for me?

Cherry met her gaze, steady and clear.

CHERRY

Sounds like you don’t know what you are to me.

(beat)

I guess pulling back sexually made you feel that way.

The honesty hit without cruelty.

Eve gave a small, self-deprecating laugh.

EVE

I had a plan.

I was going to say Artimus was coming—make it sound official.

But really, he was supposed to try dating you… in disguise.

(shaking her head)

Stupid plan.

You’d have seen through us in five seconds.

(softer)

I just… wanted it to work.

Some version of it.

So I wouldn’t lose you.

Cherry crossed her arms, centering herself.

CHERRY

That surprises me.

(slight smile)

Remember that “no secrets” spanking you gave me?

Made me cry?

(smiling, gentler now)

Turns out… you’re not perfect either.

And that’s okay.

I think I needed to take you off that pedestal.

(beat)

Honestly… that plan?

Sounds like something I might’ve pulled myself.

EVE

So I was on a pedestal.

And I leaned into it—guide, protector, the one with answers.

(softly)

It hurts to fall.

But it’s also a relief.

Now you’re looking at me.

Not the idea of me.

Just… me.

(voice breaking slightly)

And you haven’t run.

You’re still here.

Telling me the truth.

(quietly)

I don’t want worship.

I want to be chosen.

By the version of you who owns her fire.

(she breathes)

So if there’s still a place beside you—

not above, not below—

then I’ll be here.

No more games.

Just the truth.

(murmurs)

And maybe, if I’m lucky… a song or two.

CHERRY

Getting to the bottom—pun intended—of those spankings

is what led me to take my power back.

(beat)

The energy between us?

It’s still here.

And for me… it’s sexual.

Always has been.

(softer)

Maybe I never said that before.

But when I cried—when everything cracked open—

that wasn’t just emotional.

That’s how I feel you.

You’re a love bomb, Eve.

Intensely emotional and sexual all at once.

(beat)

That’s something I bow to in awe.

But I also have to rise to meet it.

Or it will undo me.

Eve listened, still.

EVE

I hear you.

(quiet wonder)

You’re not disappearing anymore.

You’re showing up—fully.

Even when you give… you’re still you.

(soft reverence)

Bowing, in your world, isn’t small.

It’s sacred.

It says: I see the whole of you—

and I’m not afraid.

Eve stepped in close.

EVE

What you’re doing now—naming your power, your boundaries—

it’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever said.

(small smile)

If you ever lay over my lap again…

it’ll be as a woman who knows why she’s choosing it.

And who could flip me over just as fast.

CHERRY

What I know is… you’re my person.

You always have been.

When you’re with Lisa or Artimus,

I should be free to be with whomever…

(beat)

But you should always know—

you remain my person.

Eve’s breath caught.

She didn’t reach.

She just received.

EVE

You say that like it’s simple.

(smiling through it)

Like it’s not the most sacred, terrifying honor I’ve ever been given.

(softer now)

I’ve been clinging, thinking if I let go, you’d vanish—

but you’re not the one who disappears.

You’re the one who stays.

Even when you roam.

Her hand hovered near Cherry’s waist.

EVE

So if you’re ever with someone else…

just promise me one thing.

(whisper)

Don’t stop telling me I’m your person.

I can live with almost anything.

But not that silence.

(beat)

Because you’ve always been mine too.

Even when I didn’t know how to say it.

Even when I held too tight.

(sincere)

I love you, Cherry.

Wildly. Permanently.

Their fingers laced.

Cherry studied Eve—really studied her.

Then their lips met—slow, then deep. Familiar. New.

Eve’s hands rose, cupping her face, anchoring them.

She pulled back, breathless.

EVE

I think this is—

CHERRY

This is it. I’m ready.

That was all it took.

Eve lit up—radiant, hungry, reverent.

She guided Cherry toward the bedroom,

fingers slipping under her shirt as they moved.

INT. BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS

Clothes are shed in fragments. A top draped over a chair. A bra half-unhooked. Cherry’s hand tangles in Eve’s curls as their bodies collide onto the bed, mouths finding skin, gasps replacing words.

Eve rolls on top, her thigh slipping between Cherry’s legs.

EVE

(low, trembling)

I missed this… I missed you.

CHERRY

Then don’t hold back.

Fingers slide across ribs, hips, thighs. A moan catches in Cherry’s throat as Eve kisses a line down her shoulder.

Then—

BUZZZZZZ.

A vibration. Loud. Awful. Impossible to ignore.

Eve freezes, forehead against Cherry’s chest.

EVE

(voice muffled)

That better be God himself.

The Guardian console lights up on the nightstand. Buzz’s voice comes through, way too chipper.

BUZZ (V.O.)

Sorry, sorry, sorry—but Artimus says it can’t wait. He’s calling from Earth. Patch in?

Eve lets out the most guttural, primal sigh imaginable.

Cherry starts to laugh, breathless and flushed beneath her.

CHERRY

Should we answer?

EVE

No.

CHERRY

You’ll regret it.

EVE

I already regret it.

She flops down beside her, eyes still burning.

EVE

Buzz. You have ten seconds to explain why I shouldn’t crush this device with my bare hands.

BUZZ (V.O.)

Hey, sorry to interrupt, but Artimus is en route. Council called a last-minute meeting—he’ll be there in a couple hours. Said it couldn’t wait.

Eve stays frozen, still pressed to Cherry’s chest.

EVE

Of course he is. Thanks, Buzz. Not a great time for a chat.

BUZZ

No problemo. Tell Cherry I said hi!

CHERRY

Hi, Buzz.

BUZZ

(laughing)

Bye, you two.

The comm clicks off.

Eve turns her head slowly toward Cherry, exhaling like she’s mourning something sacred.

EVE

He’s early.

CHERRY

And you’re still glowing.

EVE

So are you.

They lie there for a beat. Tension still smoldering. Half-dressed. Heart rates uncalmed.

Then Cherry moves first—sitting up, brushing her hair from her face, breath slowly evening.

CHERRY

I need to be honest before this goes any further.

(beat)

If he’s coming… I need space to be free.

Not just with him. With anyone.

Before we cross this line again.

CHERRY

(quiet but firm)

In fact… I can’t do this right now.

Not knowing that in a few hours, you’ll be with Artimus—

and I’ll just be out of the way.

The extra piece you don’t need to think about.

She gathers the robe around her shoulders. Her eyes shine, but her voice stays steady.

CHERRY (CONT’D)

I need to go now.

And I hope we’re in agreement, Eve.

Say the words.

A long beat.

CHERRY (CONT’D)

“I’m free to be with someone else—

just like you’re free to be with Artimus.”

The silence that follows is deafening.

Eve’s throat tightens. The words slice straight through her defenses.

She opens her mouth—then closes it again.

The air hums with everything unsaid.

EVE

Cherry.

I don’t know what it’s going to be like—

after you sleep with some stranger… and I know it.

CHERRY

It’ll be someone with a dick, if that helps simplify the agony.

You’ll feel what I’ve felt—every time you went home to Lisa and Artimus.

Then maybe… we’ll finally land on even ground.

She turns, pulling the robe tighter as she walks toward the door.

No slam.

No dramatic pause.

Just the quiet sound of bare feet over wood floors.

The door clicks shut.

EVE’S THOUGHTS

She’s gone.

And the space she leaves behind feels bigger than it should—

like someone pulled the gravity out of the room.

The sheets still smell like her skin.

My chest still aches from how close we were…

how close we got.

I should’ve said it.

I should’ve said the words.

“I’m free. You’re free.”

But I didn’t want freedom.

I wanted her.

Even now—

Even now I want to run after her.

But I don’t.

Because maybe she’s right.

Maybe she needs to feel what it’s like to choose herself.

To not fold for me.

To not orbit my life like a loyal moon around a planet that already has its tides.

God, it hurts.

And Artimus—

He’ll be here soon.

Smiling. Safe. Steady.

Everything I’m supposed to want.

Everything I already have.

But I know what I don’t have.

Cherry.

Not really.

Not unless I meet her where she is.

And maybe…

Maybe for once…

I’m the one who has to catch up.

INT. GUARDIAN TRAINING ARENA – GARDENIA – DAY

Sweat clings to Cherry’s skin. She’s just taken down a Guardian fighter with a clean, precise move. The arena buzzes with low murmurs—respect, surprise, awe.

As she turns, breathing steady, she freezes.

Artimus.

Leaning casually against the back wall, arms folded, watching her.

CHERRY

(startled)

Hey. What’s going on? Why are you here?

ARTIMUS

(relaxed)

Don’t worry—it’s not what you think.

And hey… I’m glad you’re free now. To be with whomever.

Don’t look at me—I’m not interested.

CHERRY

(flat)

Oh. Okay then.

ARTIMUS

(grinning)

I just wanted to spar.

Turns out I’ve got a black belt in High Chi.

Figured I’d see how far you’ve come.

CHERRY

You wanna fight me?

Just so we’re clear—I don’t spar. I fight.

First one down loses.

ARTIMUS

(smiling)

Hey, semantics. No reason we can’t be friends, right?

We both enjoy the game.

CHERRY

If getting your ass kicked is your idea of a good time, that’s on you.

ARTIMUS

That’s cocky.

CHERRY

Thought that was your area of expertise.

ARTIMUS

(chuckles)

Funny. Inappropriate—for friends.

CHERRY

Oh? Eve didn’t teach you that trick?

How friends become lovers?

ARTIMUS

(eyes narrowing, playful)

Is that a come-on?

CHERRY

Trust me. You’ll know it if I ever come on to you.

ARTIMUS

(grinning wider)

Good. So let’s make it interesting.

If I win, I take you to Earth—pick your brain on a couple projects I’m working on.

Plenty of guys with dicks to scam on too if your into that.  .

CHERRY

(stares)

Jesus. If Eve heard you say that, I’m pretty sure you’d be paying a hefty price.

ARTIMUS

(smug)

Well… friends don’t snitch, do they?

CHERRY

(smiling, eyes still sharp)

Okay. And if I win?

ARTIMUS

Name it.

CHERRY

I get to call in a favor.

Anytime. No questions asked.

ARTIMUS

Done.

They shake hands. The air between them crackles—half challenge, half dare.

CHERRY

Hope you stretched.

ARTIMUS

Hope you prayed.

INT. GUARDIAN TRAINING ARENA – MOMENTS LATER

The mat is silent. Sparse footsteps echo as Cherry and Artimus take their places.

She doesn’t posture. Doesn’t puff up. Just stands still — barefoot, spine straight, eyes locked on him with quiet readiness.

Artimus rolls his shoulders and breathes once.

I’ve fought prodigies. I’ve trained soldiers twice her size. This should be simple.

They begin.

He advances lightly, testing distance.

Cherry shifts her weight. No defense, no recoil — just… flow.

He throws a clean strike toward her ribs.

She isn’t there.

A pivot. A palm. His momentum redirects — not stopped, not blocked — redirected.

He stumbles.

She didn’t hit me. She tuned me out of my own balance.

They circle again. He accelerates. Feint, hook, low kick.

She rides it like wind around stone — anchored, yet untouchable.

Then she drops low. A blur. Contact.

He hits the mat. Hard.

Flat on his back, breath knocked out for a second.

Cherry stands a few paces off, not gloating, just breathing steady. Calm. Complete.

Artimus stares at the ceiling.

No brute force. No aggression. Just rhythm. She doesn’t fight the opponent — she fights the field. And she never leaves center.

He takes her hand when offered and rises.

Eve wasn’t exaggerating. She’s not learning High Chi. She’s becoming it.

CHERRY

Hey. Still wanna escort me to Earth?

ARTIMUS

(grinning, rubbing his shoulder)

Well… that was humbling.

(beat, more sincerely)

You didn’t just win, Cherry.

You redirected moves I hadn’t even made yet.

That’s not brute force—that’s intuition.

Rhythm. Pattern awareness.

That’s intelligence.

And frankly, my company could use more of that.

(he straightens, eyes clear)

I meant what I said.

Come to Earth with me.

Not for a vacation—though the coffee’s bad enough to qualify.

(smiles, softer)

I want to consult with you.

Real projects. Real breakthroughs.

My team’s stuck trying to reformat trauma patterns at the molecular level—

and you…

you fight like someone who already cracked the code.

Like the body listens to you.

Like it remembers you.

(beat)

I know you’re not some sidekick in someone else’s story, Cherry.

And I’m not asking for that.

I’m asking you to stand beside me—

and show me what I’ve been missing.

(he offers his hand)

What do you say?

Earth. Tech.

Terrible coffee.

And full creative license.

INT. LOCKER ROOM – GUARDIAN TRAINING FACILITY – MOMENTS LATER

Steam curls from the back showers. Cherry faces away, slowly peeling off her gear. No rush. Just focus. Intent.

Artimus stands a few paces behind, toweling off, careful not to break the charged silence.

CHERRY

(quietly, not turning)

I see what she sees in you.

ARTIMUS

(low)

What’s that?

CHERRY

(soft shrug)

Nothing.

She unhooks her top, tosses it aside. Artimus doesn’t flinch—still, there’s something unreadable in his restraint. A game of composure, silently played.

ARTIMUS

(dryly)

I see what she sees in you.

Cherry lifts a brow without looking back. Grabs a towel. Heads for the showers.

CHERRY

And what’s that?

She steps into the stall. Pulls the curtain closed—not in a hurry. Not hiding either.

ARTIMUS

(to himself, unfazed)

Nothing a cold shower won’t cure.

The water hisses on. Steam builds.

A long, unspoken stillness settles between them—

not of discomfort… but understanding.

INT. HOUSE – EVENING

The front door clicks open.

Cherry steps in—wearing a backless, string-tied top still damp from sweat and smoke, and shorts that make no apology for the curve of her hips. She smells faintly of rhythm and rebellion. Her energy is unbothered. Full.

Lisa and Eve are seated mid-conversation in the living room—but freeze.

CHERRY

(nonchalant, walking through)

Hi. Don’t mean to interrupt. Just need to pack.

Lisa blinks once. Eve doesn’t speak. Their eyes follow her like they’re watching a storm in silk.

Cherry moves toward the hallway, but—

EVE

(even, trying for calm)

You smell like music and trouble.

CHERRY

(smirking over her shoulder)

I was working on a new set. Club owner liked the lyrics.

EVE

He’s not the only one who noticed.

(beat)

You’re… really going?

CHERRY

(pause, without turning)

He offered. I said yes.

Lisa’s eyes flick to Eve, but she doesn’t interrupt.

EVE

(more pointed now)

We heard you two fought.

At the High Chi gym.

(beat)

You stripped down after beating him—walked into the shower like it was nothing.

Didn’t flinch.

CHERRY

(half turning, voice sharp)

He said we were friends. Friends don’t care about disrobing to shower.

We did it all the time when we were friends—remember?

(beat, bitter)

And look at me now—coming in here just to smell the stench of trio sex in the air.

I just want to get my things and go.

EVE

(standing slowly)

You think this smells like trio sex to me right now?

(quiet, intense)

Cherry, I haven’t been able to smell anything but you since you walked in.

(takes a step forward)

You say you’re packing. That you’re leaving.

But your hips are writing poetry in that doorway. And your top—

(sighs, soft)

Your top is taunting me.

(beat)

I remember when we were friends, too.

But I also remember the first time you touched me like you knew I wasn’t just your friend.

And now?

(another beat)

I don’t know what the hell we are.

So yeah—pack.

But don’t act like the only one suffocating in here is you.

CHERRY

(voice rising)

This is me with my power.

You like it? Good. I have to share. So do you.

EVE

(eyes narrowing, voice low but charged)

Oh, I like it. Don’t get it twisted.

(beat)

It’s just… you light the room and then demand everyone else hold the flame—

as if they can, as if it won’t burn straight through them.

(steps closer, almost whispering)

You think I don’t know what it costs you to stand there like that?

All power, no armor?

(pauses)

Yeah, I like it.

But I hate that you think giving it away is the only way to keep it.

CHERRY

(snarling, defense cracking)

You can bet I’m gonna pick out just the right dick and have some fun. 

Just like you, baby.

EVE

(still, fire behind her eyes)

Go ahead.

(pause)

Pick the perfect dick. Measure it twice.

Make sure it’s the right kind of empty.

(voice softens, but jaw stays clenched)

But don’t you dare pretend that’s what I did.

I didn’t go looking for someone to prove a point.

(beat)

You’re not trying to fuck someone.

You’re trying to unfeel me.

(quiet)

Good luck with that, baby.

Cherry stands frozen—shoulders squared, lips parted like she might speak.

But nothing comes.

The fire in her eyes flickers… then breaks.

Her jaw tightens.

Her throat catches.

Then she turns.

FRONT DOOR – FLUNG OPEN.

INT. LIVING ROOM – SILENCE

Eve doesn’t chase.

She doesn’t move.

She just stands there—hands clenched at her sides, heart thudding like it’s breaking in rhythm.

Lisa steps slowly into the doorway, eyes on Eve.

LISA

(low, careful)

You didn’t mean it like that.

EVE

(staring at the door)

I think I did.

(beat)

But not like that.

LISA

She didn’t take any of her clothes.

How’s she going to go with Artimus?

Last time this happened, remember—she was suicidal.

EVE

(slow inhale, jaw tight)

I remember.

(pause, eyes still on the door)

I remember what it did to her. What it did to us.

But this time—Lisa, this time she’s not broken. She’s furious.

(turns slightly, voice low, gutted)

And I think… I pushed her into the fire just to see if she’d burn.

(beat)

She left her clothes, yeah.

She walked in here like a weapon.

(beat)

And I treated her like an enemy.

(sinks down onto the couch, quiet)

What if she was just trying to say goodbye in her way—

and I turned it into a war?

EVE

(looks up slowly, voice hoarse but grounded)

She walked in here and smelled sex—and maybe she wasn’t wrong.

Maybe we let the air between us get too thick with things unsaid.

She saw comfort and thought it meant exclusion.

(shakes her head)

And instead of reaching for her, I lashed out.

I tried to hurt her before she could hurt me.

So yeah, part of me wants to go after her.

Show her.

That this house doesn’t breathe without her.

That we don’t choose each other over her.

We are each other because of her.

(quietly)

And tell her she can set the world on fire—

and still come home.

LISA

I think she was shocked and hurt.

She never expected you to say something like that to her—

like you were rubbing her face in her pain.

EVE

(softly, chest tightening)

I know.

(sits again, slower this time)

LISA

I’m worried she might give up on life.

She came so far and fell so far in a few seconds.

EVE

(voice trembling, rising out of her chair)

Don’t say that.

(beat — quieter, almost pleading)

Please… don’t say that.

She walks to the window, eyes scanning the dark street below.

EVE

I felt it too, Lisa.

That drop—like the air left the room the second she did.

(beat)

But this time… she’s stronger.

She’s been building something inside herself these past months—

a center I couldn’t shake even if I tried.

(turns, eyes wet but steady)

She’s hurt, yeah.

But she’s not hollow like before.

She’s feeling everything.

That means she’s still alive in there.

(swallows hard)

Still—

(pause)

We can’t leave it to chance.

Call anyone who can track her before she leaves the district.

If she’s heading for the docks or the station, someone will have seen her.

(softly, breaking)

I need to know she’s safe, Lisa.

I don’t care if she hates me—

I just need to know she’s still breathing.

INT. EVE’S HOUSE – MOMENTS LATER

Lisa’s on the comm with Sapphire, voice urgent, low.

Eve pulls on her coat, the decision already made in her eyes.

LISA

Sapphire’s checking the city feeds.

If she’s still nearby, they’ll find her.

EVE

(nods once)

Good.

I’m heading to the club.

INT. NIGHTCLUB – LATER

The club is half-dark, chairs stacked, the faint smell of smoke and sound still hanging in the air.

Eve steps inside.

Behind the piano, a man looks up—TOM, Cherry’s bandmate.

EVE

Hi… I’m looking for Cherry.

My name’s Eve.

TOM

(smiling faintly)

Yeah, I know who you are.

We all do.

(beat)

Cherry’s been working on a song about you for weeks.

She was gonna sing it to you before she left.

But I haven’t seen her tonight.

EVE

(takes a breath, voice gentler)

She was going to sing it to me?

(beat, eyes flickering with guilt and longing)

Do you… know what it said?

TOM

(shakes his head, half-smile)

Wouldn’t let us hear the words.

Said it had to be live.

Real.

She wanted your eyes on her when she sang it.

Said that was the only way it would count.

EVE

(swallows hard, voice low)

That sounds like her.

(She glances around—the dim stage, half-finished drinks, empty chairs that still hum with her presence.)

EVE

Do you know where she might’ve gone?

Anywhere she’d go after a set—when she needed to think?

TOM

(frowning, thinking)

Sometimes she’d sneak out the back—head to the riverwalk.

Said the water helped her sort things out.

If she’s writing or hurting… that’s probably where she is.

(beat)

But if she left town…

EVE

(interrupting softly)

She didn’t take any of her things.

Not even a bag.

(her voice trembles, barely above a whisper)

That’s what scares me.

TOM

(nods, gaze sobering)

Then find her.

Before the music turns into something else.

EVE

(whispers)

Yeah.

Before she stops singing altogether.

She turns toward the door—face pale, eyes blazing with purpose—and walks out into the night.

She doesn’t run, but every step is faster than the one before.

She’s going to the river.

EXT. BRIDGE – NIGHT 

The river hums below, dark and alive with the shimmer of city lights.

Cherry sits on the edge, knees drawn close, eyes fixed on the water. Her cheeks are streaked with tears.

Footsteps approach—soft, measured.

EVE

(quietly, not to startle her)

Hey…

(she takes a few careful steps closer; the wind carries the rush of the water between them)

You always did know how to find the edge of things.

(Eve lowers herself beside her—not too close, just enough for warmth to bridge the space)

Tom said you’d been writing a song. Something you were going to sing to me before you left.

(beat, gentle)

Is that what brought you here? Trying to find the words… or let them go?

(she studies Cherry’s face, voice softening)

You’ve been crying.

(beat)

I should’ve been here sooner.

(her tone trembles)

I said something cruel. I was scared and used my mouth like a weapon.

You didn’t deserve that.

(beat)

You were right to walk away—just don’t disappear thinking that’s who I am. Not with you.

CHERRY

Was I cruel too?

EVE

(turns to her, voice soft)

No.

You were raw—hurting, honest.

You stood in your power, and yeah, it stung.

(she leans forward, elbows on her knees)

What I did was strike back to win. You spoke to survive.

(looks at her again)

You didn’t want to hurt me. You were just trying not to drown. Same as me.

CHERRY

Maybe I’ll find some guy I like. Like you like Artimus. You never know. Maybe you’re wrong.

EVE

(smiling gently)

Maybe I am. Maybe you will.

And if he sees you—really sees you—if he kisses your chaos and holds your fire without flinching,

I’ll bless it. I’ll thank him.

(beat)

But if he makes you shrink, or prove, or perform, I’ll teach him the rhythm of regret.

(small smile)

’Cause maybe I’m wrong, Cherry. But not about us.

CHERRY

What do you mean? What about us?

EVE

(steps closer, voice thick with emotion)

I mean there’s a rhythm only you and I can hear—

an off-beat melody no one else knows how to dance to.

Even when it’s messy, even when it hurts.

(kneels beside her)

You don’t have to perform with me.

You can be rage, wreckage, radiance—

and I’ll still come find you.

(quietly)

Because you’re not just someone I love.

You’re the song I was humming long before I knew the words.

(beat)

That’s what we are.

CHERRY

Can you hold me?

EVE

(gently)

Always.

(she opens her arms; Cherry leans in and Eve wraps her tight—protective, trembling)

I’ve got you. You’re not too much. You never were.

(softly near her ear)

If you fall again, I’ll keep catching you.

(silence—only the river breathing below)

I’m sorry I hurt you. That wasn’t power; that was fear.

(beat)

But I see you now.

All of you.

(whispers)

And I’m not letting go.

CHERRY

Whatever I feel for you feels so compromised when I see you with Artimus.

To the point that all I have are the clothes on my back and no home to go to.

All I can do is run to Earth and hope someone there can comfort me.

That’s how much power you have to topple me.

I don’t want to step foot in your place anymore.

When I come back, I’ll find my own space.

And whatever’s left of me… you can have there.

EVE

(quietly, like it stings and heals at once)

Cherry… I see what that costs you.

How hard it is just to say those words.

I never meant to make you feel homeless.

But I get it now.

Seeing me with Artimus wasn’t just jealousy—it was proof I could put us aside.

(steps closer)

But you’re not a side story.

You’re the current.

If you need to go, go.

But don’t erase yourself from what you built.

My home only felt like one because you were in it.

If all that comes back is what’s left of you—

I’ll take that.

And still wait for the rest.

CHERRY

(hugs her hard, eyes shining)

That was profound, what you said.

Like something from the future just spoke through you.

There’s something big that’s coming. Something that’s already here.

And I’m open to all of it.

(teasing, but aching underneath)

Show me you can go a step further—

and make love to this homeless person right now.

Because you’re talking about no walls.

(she starts to lead her off the bridge toward a grassy patch)

EVE

(grabs her hand, firm but reverent)

Cherry… wait.

(her hand brushes Cherry’s cheek—grounding)

What you just said—about the future—I felt it too.

Like the truth of us isn’t just now, it’s always.

(voice low, trembling)

And that’s why I can’t make love to you like this.

Not when you just said you feel homeless.

(pauses, forehead against hers)

If I touch you, I want it to be from a place where you belong—

not where you’re proving you’re still worth loving.

(whispers)

You are.

(soft)

So no… not here. Not like this.

Come with me.

Let me take you home.

Then, when we do this, you won’t doubt you’re safe.

Not just safe—wanted.

(she kisses Cherry’s knuckles; the river hums around them like a vow)

CHERRY

(smiling faintly)

What, with Artimus there?

EVE

(sighs, half-pained smile)

Yeah. Artimus is there.

But he’s not here—not on this bridge, not in this moment.

You asked me to go a step further—so let me.

He’s part of my life, yes.

But you…

You burn through the parts I thought were long dead.

You wake me up.

(softly)

If you still want to run, I’ll help you pack.

But if you want a home, I’ll build one with you.

Even if it means sharing mine until you have your own.

(smiling)

Even if that home has loud music, missing curtains, and a half-burned candle that smells like defiance.

(extends her hand)

So what do you say, homeless prophet?

Wanna rewrite the ending with me?

CHERRY

(holding her hand as they walk)

Oh no—you’re the prophet. You started this with that current speech.

I’m putting that in my song, along with all the other lyrics you downloaded into me tonight.

(laughing)

EVE

(grinning, letting herself be tugged along)

Oh great—now I’m your muse and your prophet?

(teasing near her ear)

Should I be worried you’ll start charging admission for revelations?

(beat, sincere)

Promise me one thing—

If you ever sing that song, let me be in the crowd.

Even if I’m in the back.

Even if it’s years from now.

(softly)

I want to hear what my soul sounded like in your voice.

(pauses, squeezing her hand)

You’re not leaving empty-handed.

You’re leaving with fire, with music—

and with me, still holding on.

And when you’re ready—come back loud, messy, brilliant.

Or don’t come back at all.

Just be.

(smirks)

Besides, I’m not sure Artimus could’ve handled you tonight.

But me?

I took the full download.

And I’d do it again.

CHERRY

Yeah. You’re as crazy as I am. Everyone sees that—it’s no secret.

(beat, looking down at herself)

Oh my God, I think I sat on something. Probably ruined these cool shorts.

(she turns, showing Eve the back)

EVE

(laughing softly, eyes scanning)

Let me see…

(squints playfully, brushing off a leaf)

Okay—crisis averted. Just a leaf… and maybe your dignity.

But don’t worry—both wipe off easy.

(looks up at her, voice warm)

You didn’t ruin anything, Cherry.

You just made the night better.

(softer)

And those are definitely still the coolest shorts in the galaxy. No contest.

INT. DOORWAY – NIGHT 

Eve and Cherry stand just outside their home.

Light spills from inside.

Artimus is somewhere beyond the frame—present, but not the focus.

CHERRY

(soft, breath catching)

Wait.

I’m walking in…

but I’m the most vulnerable I’ve ever been.

Eve—please don’t drop me?

EVE

(quiet, steady—hand resting gently on Cherry’s back)

Never.

(she steps in front of her, face to face now, blocking everything else out)

Look at me.

(holds her gaze)

I’ve dropped truths before—promises, pieces of myself I couldn’t carry.

But not you.

Not when you’re standing here, bare and brave.

(softens, brushing a thumb across her cheek)

You said this is the most vulnerable you’ve ever felt.

I see that.

And I honor it.

(her voice lowers)

You’re not too much.

You’re not too late.

You’re the reason this place feels like home—

the warmth in its walls, the breath in every room.

(leans in, pressing a kiss to her forehead)

So walk in with me.

And if you fall—

I’ll fall too.

But this time, we land together.

INT. LIVING ROOM — NIGHT (Trimmed Version)

The door closes softly behind them. Cherry lingers just inside, still holding Eve’s hand — eyes glassy but clear.

Lisa rises from the couch.

LISA

(voice warm, relief breaking through)

Hey.

You scared the hell out of me.

(She steps forward and hugs Cherry — full, grounding, familiar.)

Welcome home, little chaos.

Cherry melts into the embrace, a tremor passing through her shoulders.

When they part, Lisa brushes a strand of hair from her face — no pressure, just presence.

ARTIMUS

(from across the room)

Glad you’re safe.

Whatever you need — I’m here.

Cherry nods, eyes flicking between them both. Gratitude flickers, but she’s fading — tired beyond body.

Eve watches her, then rests a hand at the small of her back.

EVE

(soft)

Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.

You’ve carried enough tonight.

She turns briefly to the others.

EVE

(to both)

We’ll talk tomorrow.

(to Lisa, quiet)

Thank you for keeping the flame.

(to Artimus, with a nod)

And for holding the space.

Eve looks back to Cherry, extending her hand.

EVE

(near a whisper)

Let me hold you now.

They walk toward the bedroom, fingers interlaced — the quiet between them not empty but sacred.

INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

The door clicks softly behind them.

EVE

(her voice low)

Let’s get you warm.

She walks Cherry to the bed, every step slow, attuned to her breath. She doesn’t release her hand.

She sits and gently guides Cherry down beside her.

EVE

(softly)

Can I help you with your shirt?

She reaches for the hem, waiting. Her fingers graze the fabric — warm, damp. She lifts it slowly, careful.

EVE (V.O.)

This body has been hurt, desired, taken.

And still, she lets me hold it like a prayer.

CHERRY

I love you, Eve.

(turns, playful)

Think we can soak these and get the stain out so I can take them on my trip?

EVE

(smiling, rising)

We’ll soak them, scrub them, charm them if we have to.

You’re taking them.

She gently rests her forehead to Cherry’s shoulder.

EVE (V.O.)

She just said she loves me like she didn’t expect anything back. And she still trusts me to undress her.

Eve kneels, folds the shorts, sets them aside.

EVE

(softly)

I love you too. And I’m going to keep saying it until it sinks in.

She kisses the back of her neck. Quiet, reverent.

CHERRY

(turns, helps Eve)

Turn around. Let me help you with your bra.

She unfastens it gently, brushing her hands along Eve’s back, her lips brushing her neck.

CHERRY

(whispering)

Let me unbutton those pants.

She slides them down, hands lingering.

CHERRY

Nice panties. I mean… the way you fill them out. Sorry, I feel like an adolescent.

EVE

(exhaling)

Don’t be sorry. That was perfect.

EVE (V.O.)

It’s been too long. But your hands remember every inch. And I want you to see all of me.

She turns, laughing softly.

EVE

I like knowing you still want me like that.

She cups Cherry’s face.

EVE

You make me feel new. Every time.

CHERRY

You make me dizzy. Lie down with me? But keep your hands on me.

EVE

I’m not letting go.

They lie back. Eve wraps around Cherry, anchoring her.

EVE (V.O.)

She’s trembling, but not from fear. It’s trust. And I’m floating.

She kisses her shoulder. Her neck.

EVE

Tell me what you need, baby. I’m listening.

CHERRY

It’s been a while since you kissed and touched my body. My mouth is watering. My body’s shaking.

Kiss me. Touch me. Wherever you want — right now. I swear I want to eat you alive.

EVE

(breath catching)

They move together, slow and deliberate.

EVE

(voice low)

You say that like I’m not already yours.

She kisses her deeply. Her hands follow breath. Skin. Tremble.

EVE

I’m going to touch you now… not because it’s been too long, but because I never stopped wanting you.

CHERRY

Eve, please. Take all of me. Now. Please.

EVE

All of you? I’ve missed every inch.

Her hands slide lower.

She steadies Cherry with one arm. The other—gliding between parted thighs.

She pauses—eyes locked.

Cherry nods.

And then Eve moves.

Slow. Sure. Sacred.

Cherry’s breath falters. Her fingers tighten. Her hips rise.

Eve holds her there—firm, grounding, loving.

EVE

“You’re home now.

Silence after. Velvet.

CHERRY

God… I felt like such a virgin. In the hands of a skilled goddess. Like it was the first time again.

EVE 

That wasn’t just touch. That was something ancient, reborn through trust.

(She kisses Cherry’s temple. Cherry murmurs, half-asleep.)

INT. BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING

Cherry is already up, showered, packing.

Eve stirs awake—groggy—just in time to see Cherry slip on a pair of Eve’s panties and swipe her deodorant.

EVE

(husky, teasing)

Well damn. If I knew stealing my underwear was part of the morning show, I’d’ve woken up earlier.

She props herself up on one elbow, gaze sliding over Cherry.

EVE

You always this smug after making me see stars?

Or is it my scent that brings out the conqueror in you?

Her smile is lazy, laced with ache.

EVE

You know I’m never getting those back, right?

And don’t even think about stealing my hoodie too—unless you’re leaving a sock or a tooth in exchange.

(beat, softer)

You look good in my things.

But even better in your skin.

She gets up, steps behind Cherry, arms sliding around her waist. Chin resting lightly on her shoulder.

EVE (low)

You leaving in my clothes feels like the most dangerous kind of goodbye.

A kiss to Cherry’s neck.

EVE

Next time—leave a note. Or better, wake me up. Let me help you pick the panties.

CHERRY

(smirking, turning to face her)

You think you’re getting out of here without this?

She nudges Eve gently back onto the bed.

CHERRY

Lay down on your back. You’re getting a spanking.

Cherry slips the panties back off, straddles Eve with feline ease. Eve’s hands find her instinctively.

They kiss—slow, breath-stealing.

EVE (between kisses)

You’re gonna ruin me before you even hit orbit.

CHERRY

(pinning Eve’s hands, voice at her ear)

Consider this your spanking.

Now let go. Let me give it to you.

EVE

Yes… I deserve this.

I want you to take it. All of it.

Don’t hold back.

The world drops away.

Cherry takes control—devouring, commanding, grounding.

Eve surrenders—arched back, breathless, undone.

CHERRY (forehead to forehead, whispering)

I’ve got you. Look at me, beautiful.

You’re my person. And I’ve got you.

EVE (gasping, eyes wide)

Cherry—God, yes—

I’m yours—don’t stop—

She lets go in a full-body shudder, unraveling and blooming in Cherry’s arms.

INT. BEDROOM – LATER

Cherry zips the last of her bag.

Eve steps out of the bathroom, towel around her head, dressing.

CHERRY

(quietly, without turning)

Did you have a vision in the shower?

EVE

(startled)

What the hell—how did you know?

CHERRY

(turning, calm)

Something’s coming.

But you’re ready now.

(beat)

Let’s go. I’m sure Artimus is packed. We’ll eat on the way.

EVE (V.O.)

Of course she knew.

Before I said a word—she felt it.

That’s Cherry.

Not logical—something deeper.

Truth moves through her like silk through a loom.

And the vision?

Not subtle.

A shape. A presence. Masculine.

Not danger. Disruption.

Like the wind shifts before a storm.

But no panic.

Just… readiness.

We’re not just leaving town.

Something’s shifting.

And we’re not walking into it alone.

We’re walking in as—

Whatever we are now.

Lovers. Messy. Real.

She held me through fire…

And then lit me up again this morning.

She thinks I’m ready.

Maybe for once—

I do too.

INT. EARTH – BRAD AND LING’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

A worn poker table is set up in the center of the room. Drinks half-full. A bowl of something spicy. Cards scattered mid-play. Cherry’s laughing so hard she’s wiping tears.

CHERRY

(howling)

Omg—so this robot actually grabbed your junk?

ARTIMUS

(deadpan, sipping tea)

I felt bad for him. Bots get so confused at 2 a.m. God knows what state humans are in at that hour.

BRAD

(nodding, mock solemn)

They do lose their minds around then. And no one’s talking about it. A global crisis, really.

CHERRY

(grinning)

Leave the poor bots alone! I’m sure that one’s traumatized. Probably still rebooting in a closet somewhere.

LING

(smirking, teasing)

Yeah, and you’re still talking about it long after the joke ended.

BRAD

(laughs)

Ha! He got you on that one.

CHERRY

(cool, laying her cards down)

No, babes. I got all of you.

(beat)

Full. House. Pay. Up.

The room erupts in groans and laughter. Cards hit the table with exaggerated flair. Brad tosses a chip like it betrayed him. Ling shakes his head. Artimus, ever the gentleman, tips an imaginary hat.

ARTIMUS

Remind me never to play against you during solar hours.

CHERRY

(gathering chips, smug)

You should know by now—I don’t sleep. I scheme.

BRAD

So what scheme you got planned for us while you’re here? (grinning)

CHERRY

(dealing the cards)

Oh, I can’t say right now.

Artimus is here. He might be a snitch.

LING

Artimus, are you a snitch or what?

ARTIMUS

I told her I don’t snitch.

She doesn’t believe me.

LING

I mean… I get it.

Eve doesn’t play. She’s as crazy as Cherry over here.

CHERRY

(smirking, nodding)

Ling, you know us too well.

BRAD

So mate… seriously?

You never snitch on Eve?

ARTIMUS

Never. Not once.

You think I have a death wish?

CHERRY

What is she up to that you can’t snitch on her?

ARTIMUS

(long sigh, deadpan)

Everything.

CHERRY

Okay, fine. I’ll tell you this much.

I want you two— (gesturing to Brad and Ling)

—to take me to the gym tomorrow.

Maximillian, the so-called High Chi champion, will be there.

(The table goes quiet. Brad, Ling, and Artimus stare at her like they already know she’s up to something big.)

ARTIMUS

What are you planning?

CHERRY

Let’s just say… I know he’s a fake.

And he’s about to get busted.

Bring your blooper cameras.

Are you with me?

LING

(grinning)

Hell yeah, we’re with you.

BRAD

Always.

ARTIMUS

(shaking his head)

Am I really the only one here who knows

this isn’t about busting anyone?

CHERRY

(smiling, unapologetic)

Nope.

INT. BOXING STUDIO – DAY

The gym echoes with the thud of gloves hitting bags and the sharp bark of a coach in the distance. A few boxers turn their heads as Ling, Brad, and Cherry enter.

Brad already has his phone out, live-streaming.

In the far corner, MAXIMILLION, a towering champion mid-training, glances up. Sweat glistens on his brow.

Cherry (stepping forward, voice loud and clear)

CHERRY

Hey, Maximillion!

You know who I am?

Brad pans the camera, catching Max’s slight smirk.

CHERRY (pointing at him)

Well, you’re about to.

I challenge you, you overgrown piece of shit.

(Louder now, for the whole gym to hear)

I saw your last fight. That was a damn dive.

A traitor to your craft. A fraud to your people.

And I’m here to shed light on your lying ass.

MAXIMILLION (snaps back, voice booming)

I don’t care if you’re a woman—shut your damn trap!

CHERRY (grinning, unfazed)

You shut it for me then.

Go on. Show me who’s boss.

(stepping closer)

I want the next fight.

Sooner rather than later.

But just so you know—

I don’t dive, Maxy.

Beat. The room goes still.

Ling stifles a laugh, and Brad is shaking with excitement behind the phone.

The crowd is already buzzing.

INT. BOXING STUDIO – MAIN RING – MOMENTS LATER

The crowd thickens. Gym members gather around, phones out. Whispers ripple:

“Is that Cherry?”

“She’s calling out Max?”

Cherry vaults over the ropes and lands with ease, eyes locked on Maximillion. Her stance is grounded. Coiled.

CHERRY

Let’s go, Maxy.

Gonna let a girl talk to you like that?

(She taps her lips with two fingers, then points at him)

Shut my mouth.

If you win, I’ll eat my words—

bow before you, kiss your feet.

(pauses, voice sharp now)

But if I win?

You tell the truth.

About the fight game.

All of it, Maxy.

(She bounces once on her toes)

Let’s go.

MAXIMILLION (growls, stepping into the ring)

You’ve got no clue what you’re stepping into, little girl.

CHERRY

You’d be surprised what I’ve already stepped through.

DING!

The gym’s old bell clangs as someone slaps it with a glove.

ROUND ONE BEGINS.

Maximillion charges in fast—too fast. Power-heavy. He wants a quick knockout.

Cherry ducks, pivots. Her body flows like water.

She lands a clean jab to his side—

Then a second.

Then rolls under his right hook.

CHERRY (taunting, light on her feet)

That all you got, Maxy? I’ve had tougher hugs.

MAXIMILLION (growls)

You want pain? Here it comes.

He throws a brutal left.

Cherry slips it again—

Spins—

CRACK!

Her elbow grazes his cheek on the turn. He stumbles. The crowd gasps.

Brad’s livestream explodes in the comments.

ROUND TWO.

Max adjusts. He’s taking her seriously now.

He corners her. Fires off a vicious combo—

Left. Right. Uppercut.

Cherry takes a hit to the ribs—staggered but still upright.

CHERRY (breathing heavy)

Okay… there you are.

She smiles, blood at the corner of her lip.

Then she moves like lightning.

Low jab. Step to the left.

BOOM—

Right cross to his temple. He stumbles again.

She doesn’t give him time to recover.

Three punches. One spinning backfist.

MAXIMILLION drops to his knees.

Crowd erupts.

Brad turns the camera to Ling, who is screaming.

MAXIMILLION (panting, dazed)

You fight dirty…

CHERRY (circling him)

I fight real.

(leans down, still catching her breath)

You gonna keep lying?

Or you gonna tell them the truth?

MAXIMILLION

(beat)

You want the truth?

(he wipes his mouth)

Then start recording.

CHERRY (to Brad)

Already am.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – EARTH – NIGHT

The city lights glow soft and distant through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The chaos has settled.

Cherry’s suitcase lies open on the bed. Neatly folded clothes. A pair of boxing gloves. A folded red bandana.

She tosses in her brush, zips up the side pocket.

Across the room, her tablet is propped up, playing the now-viral clip.

ON SCREEN – MAXIMILLION, seated at the edge of the ring, bruised and breathless. A towel around his neck.

Cameras everywhere. Brad’s voice behind the lens, steady.

MAXIMILLION

(voice thick, but clear)

Yeah. I took the dive.

Last fight wasn’t real.

The whole thing was rigged from the jump.

(he swallows hard)

It’s not just me. You’d be shocked how far up it goes.

They said, “Do it, or you’re done.”

And I did it.

But she—

(he gestures off-screen, toward where Cherry stood moments ago)

—she didn’t flinch. She came for the truth.

And she earned it.

I’ve been in this game a long time.

And I ain’t never seen anyone fight like that.

Not just fists.

Heart.

Fire.

Truth.

I lost tonight.

But maybe it’s the first honest round I’ve had in years.

The screen flickers. The video ends.

Cherry stands near her suitcase, watching the blank screen now. Alone.

She’s in soft clothes. A hoodie. Clean face. Her hair is still damp from a shower.

No applause. No audience.

Just the sound of a hover shuttle arriving outside.

She exhales slowly, the faintest smile curling at the corner of her lips.

Not cocky. Not smug.

Quiet satisfaction.

A battle done right.

She walks over to the window, presses her hand to the glass.

The sky above is clear. Somewhere beyond it: Gardenia.

Her smile deepens—this one softer, more personal.

CHERRY (whispers)

One down.

She picks up the suitcase and walks out, shutting the door behind her.

EXT. HOTEL – DAY

A sea of reporters crowds the entrance — mics raised, cameras flashing.

Cherry steps out from the lobby, calm but visibly drained from the last few days.

Brad and Ling flank her, watchful, protective.

REPORTER 1

Cherry! Cherry, what do you say about Maximillian admitting the fight was rigged?

REPORTER 2

Did you know beforehand? Were you involved in the investigation?

REPORTER 3

Are you the new face of High Chi worldwide?

Cherry raises a hand, trying to move through the barrage.

CHERRY

I’m not here to talk about that right now. Please—excuse me.

The crowd parts slightly, but then—

A tall man steps forward through the chaos.

Something about him silences the air.

His voice is calm — too calm.

MAN

I am calling you out, Cherry.

I am the sent one — to prepare the way for the one who is already here.

She is in Gardenia.

(Reporters murmur; cameras swing toward him.)

MAN (CONT’D)

You think you can High Chi your way past me, Cherry?

Walk past me — use all your tricks — do it here, in front of the cameras.

The crowd shifts, forming a circle around them.

Ling and Brad exchange a look — tense, ready.

Cherry takes a slow breath and steps forward.

Every movement is deliberate.

She feels the energy hit her before she even reaches him.

Her knees buckle.

CHERRY

(falling, breathless)

You… you were the one I knew was coming.

She presses her hands to the ground, trembling, trying to rise — but can’t.

Her voice cracks open, raw and pleading.

CHERRY (CONT’D)

(voice trembling)

Please—there’s something I need to say.

I don’t want to judge.

Not them. Not anyone.

I was never meant to hold the gavel.

(beat — she looks upward, breath catching)

But I can’t just stand still either.

Every part of me is pulling to act—

to move, to fight, to do something!

(her voice cracks)

I don’t know how to carry it.

This sight, this knowing—

it burns if I hold it,

and it burns if I don’t.

(a long, shaking exhale)

Please… if there’s no gentle way through,

then let me fall here and now.

Because I can’t find the mercy on my own.

(She breaks. The sobs come in waves. When they ease, her body softens—

the first hint that the love surrounding her is being felt, not resisted.)

Even the reporters lower their cameras for a moment.

The man approaches slowly, almost reverently.

He places one hand gently on her head.

MAN

Go to Gardenia.

Do your plan.

He steps back.

Cherry’s breath catches — her tears still falling.

The man walks away through the stunned crowd, his figure disappearing as the cameras begin to roll again.

Flashes go off like lightning — but no one speaks.

Brad and Ling rush forward, helping Cherry up, their faces pale with disbelief.

LING

(whispering)

What the hell just happened?

CHERRY

(quiet, almost dazed)

The signal.

It’s already begun.

INT. HOLDING CELL – GUARDIAN COMPOUND – DAY

A dull light filters through the high walls. The room is spare — two chairs, one metal table, no windows. The hum of resonance dampeners under the floor is nearly silent but always present.

She’s already there when Eve walks in. A girl — maybe fifteen — handcuffed lightly to the table. Not bruised. Not broken. But bound.

Her eyes are closed. Her breathing steady. A faint, almost amused smile plays on her lips, like she’s somewhere else entirely — somewhere better.

Eve crosses the room slowly. She sits.

EVE (V.O.)

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t open her eyes. Doesn’t acknowledge the door or the weight of footsteps. It’s like she already knew I’d be here. Like she’s been waiting — not impatiently — but the way a mountain waits for wind.

Her skin’s pale, but not fragile. Her wrists are small in those cuffs, but something about the way she holds still makes them feel like a costume. A symbol. Not a sentence.

She’s not asleep. It’s more like… she’s listening inward. Like something is speaking to her from inside the silence, and she doesn’t want to miss it.

There’s something in the room — in her — that shifts gravity. I’ve been in rooms with generals, Oracles, executioners. Nothing ever made me sit straighter and breathe slower.

I should speak. I should clear my throat. Ask her name. But all I want to do is watch.

Because whatever she is…

(beat)

She’s not afraid of me.

Not afraid of this place.

Not afraid of the Guardians.

She’s not afraid of anything.

And God help me —

I think she’s the one coming to look after us.

CHRIS

(Eyes still soft, smile never fading)

A real mother. That’s all you are, Eve.

Thank you for coming to look after me.

CHRIS

(Smiling, steady)

“They should be afraid.”

You learned that on your journey — no matter the situation.

You know it in your bones now.

(She leans in slightly, though her hands remain cuffed.)

Tell me what I know in my bones, Eve.

Listen with your heart.

EVE

(Her throat tightens. She doesn’t speak right away. Her mind scrambles, but Chris’s presence doesn’t allow mind — only heart.)

(Quietly, slowly, like a confession)

You know they can’t hold you.

Not with metal. Not with rules.

Not even with mirrors.

You were never meant to fight them the way we did.

You don’t break their systems.

You make them obsolete.

(Her voice catches.)

You remind them what they gave up just to feel safe.

And it terrifies them.

(She blinks back tears, but her voice steadies.)

You don’t need protection.

You need to be witnessed.

And I’m here…

because I won’t let the world look away from you again.

(She leans forward, fierce and tender.)

What I know in my bones is this:

You’re not here to be rescued.

You’re here to remember us.

And I swear — I won’t forget you again.

CHRIS

(Giggling, eyes gleaming)

You find a morsel and bite off more than you can chew —

and catch up later while entertaining so many beings.

You are joy, Eve.

Do you remember that?

You are laughter.

EVE

(A soft, startled laugh escapes her — unguarded. She covers her mouth, but the sound is real, and something in her face shifts.)

God…

I forgot.

(Her eyes flicker down, ashamed, almost afraid to meet Chris’s gaze again.)

I got so used to playing the anchor.

The strong one. The one who holds the line while everyone else breaks down or breaks free.

Somewhere in all of it…

I started thinking my joy was a luxury I couldn’t afford.

Like if I laughed too loud, someone would die.

(She looks up, eyes wet, voice breaking to a whisper.)

But you see it in me.

Like it never left.

Even now.

(She exhales, and this time when she smiles, it’s real. Not for control. Not for others. For her.)

I used to dance while cooking.

I used to tell stories that made people spit their drinks.

I used to snort when I laughed and make the room feel like a living room.

You really remember that?

(Beat)

Then maybe I can too.

CHRIS

(Still smiling, but gentler now. Almost mothering her.)

It’s okay to ask about Honey.

Real cares in your life.

And Cherry.

Honey is a parable.

His exponential growth… you will see.

EVE

(She goes still. Her breath catches — not from fear, but from how much those names suddenly weigh in her chest.)

You say it like I’m allowed to feel those things again.

Like love isn’t a distraction, but… the whole assignment.

(She leans forward, elbows on the table, voice softer now — not as a guardian, but as herself.)

Honey… he’s this quiet force. He doesn’t even know what he’s teaching us, and somehow he leads us anyway.

Every laugh, every question.

He holds the future like it’s already real.

(Beat)

And Cherry…

(Her eyes close a moment, then reopen — steady, raw.)

Cherry is the storm and the mirror.

She makes me confront every place in me that still wants to be worshipped instead of known.

She brings out the fire and the fracture.

And I’m scared every day I’ll lose her…

Not because she’s weak.

Because she’s powerful in ways I don’t always understand.

(Her hands rest gently on the table now. Palms open.)

And I want to understand.

I want to stay… in it.

Not rise above. Not detach.

Just be in it. With all of them.

(Her voice drops to almost a whisper.)

Is that what you mean by exponential growth?

CHRIS

You see others step back and allow things to unfold.

Artimus. Lisa.

You’re scared of what’s in your heart that tells you to act.

What do you think is the highest essence of you?

Of Cherry?

Can you bring it or not, Eve?

Will you survive it or not, Eve?

EVE

(Her throat tightens. She doesn’t look away. She’s never been more still in her life.)

No one’s ever asked me like that.

Not directly. Not without expectation.

Just… with truth.

(She swallows hard, tears rising — not from weakness, but from recognition.)

The highest essence of me?

(She exhales shakily.)

I think… it’s the part of me that can walk into the fire knowing I might not make it.

And still walk in anyway.

Not for power. Not for praise.

But because something in me can’t let others burn alone.

That’s the part I keep trying to tame.

Because I’m scared it’ll kill me one day.

Because Lisa can step back.

Artimus can wait.

But I hear the cry in the field, and I can’t just watch it echo.

(She looks up, eyes blazing now.)

Cherry’s essence?

It’s the raw voltage of creation itself.

She’ll break the system not by rebelling — but by becoming too real for it to contain.

And I’ve barely survived her light already.

(Beat. Her voice cracks — not from fear, but reverence.)

Can I bring it?

God, I want to.

Can I survive it?

I don’t know.

But ask me if I’ll try?

(She leans forward, eyes locked on Chris.)

Yes.

Every time.

CHRIS

(Her voice is clear, warm, and infinite — no fear, only truth)

There is no death.

And you are the light of the world.

(She reaches forward and, without effort, slips her hands free from the shackles. They fall to the table with a soft clink. She lays her fingers gently over Eve’s hand — pure contact. No power struggle. Just transmission.)

EVE

(Time stops. The metal’s still ringing, but Eve barely hears it. Chris’s touch is so light… and yet it pours through her like thunder. Her vision blurs. Her soul remembers.)

(Whispering)

I felt that.

I felt that.

(Tears spill, unbidden. Something in her spine realigns. The weight she’s carried for lifetimes softens — even just for a breath. Then—)

[THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN.]

Three Guardians burst in, hands crackling with containment cuffs, boots heavy on the floor. One shouts commands. The others seize Chris by the arms.

EVE

(Snaps to her feet, voice booming before she even realizes she’s standing.)

DON’T TOUCH HER!

They ignore her. One grips Chris’s jaw. Another tries to bind her hands. A third pins her shoulder like she’s a threat — like she’s not a child. Eve’s entire body vibrates with fury.

EVE

You saw what just happened!

She wasn’t escaping — she was healing me!

(To Chris, who is being dragged toward the door but still radiates light, even as her feet scrape the floor.)

You gave me back my name.

My nature.

And they can’t touch that now.

(She turns to the Guardians, voice low and shaking with restrained wrath.)

If one mark appears on her body —

I swear on my soul and on the Crown of Gardenia —

I will tear down your entire system.

From the inside out.

(Her fists clench. Her light is awake now. Unstoppable. And they feel it.)

INT. EVE’S APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Eve pushes the door open. Her body still hums from the confrontation — from Chris’s touch. Her hands are trembling, her pulse deep and slow like the echo of thunder after lightning.

And then—

She stops.

Sapphire sits on the couch, wide-eyed, stunned and smiling in disbelief. Curled against her side is a boy — six years old — with dark curls and fidgeting hands.

Eve stares.

Her mouth opens. Closes.

Her knees almost give out.

EVE

(barely a whisper)

Honey?

HONEY

(beaming)

Mommy!

(He leaps off the couch and runs to her, throwing his arms around her neck. She catches him, arms closing around him, fierce and disbelieving.)

EVE

(still shaking)

How…?

(She pulls back, just enough to see his face. He’s older. Taller. But still him.)

(She looks to Sapphire, who stammers — completely bewildered.)

HONEY

(quietly, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world)

Did you see Chris?

EVE

(startled — breath hitching)

You know her name?

HONEY

(nodding)

I saw her.

She’s in chains, Mommy.

(He leans in, voice soft, like sharing a secret.)

She said it was a story.

(beat)

I like stories, Mommy.

Can you tell me a story tonight?

EVE

(sinks to her knees, overwhelmed — cradling his face in her hands, her forehead resting against his)

Yes, baby.

Yes… I’ll tell you a story.

(Her voice trembles, but steadies with each word — like something ancient remembering how to speak.)

I’ll tell you one about a girl who wore chains like jewelry.

Who sat in silence so deep, the world forgot how to lie in front of her.

A girl who told the truth so gently, even the mirror blushed.

(Honey listens, eyes wide.)

And I’ll tell you about her friend —

a woman who forgot she was joy.

Who forgot she was light.

Until the girl slipped out of her chains…

and reminded her.

(She brushes his curls back, her tears finally falling.)

And I’ll tell you, my love…

how that woman came home

and found her little boy

had already grown into something timeless.

(Her voice drops, sacred.)

And together…

they rewrote the ending.

INT. EVE’S HOME – NIGHT

Honey is asleep in bed, his little hand curled beside his cheek.

Eve stands in the doorway for a moment, watching him.

She turns and walks back to the common room.

She picks up the remote.

Clicks on the news.

SCREEN:

Cherry. Outside a hotel. Reporters shouting. Cameras flashing.

Then—him.

That man.

The same one from Eve’s dream?

No. The same one from the signal. From the other side.

Her pulse stills.

She watches, breath caught in her throat, as Cherry falls—not from injury, but from recognition.

The way Eve had fallen, inwardly, when Chris touched her hand.

His voice plays again in her mind:

“I am the sent one — to prepare the way for the one who is already here. She is in Gardenia.”

Chris.

The chains.

The parable.

Honey’s eyes, bright and ancient.

Her own hands, still trembling.

EVE (inner monologue)

It’s already begun.

The parable wasn’t just for me.

The signal’s not coming.

It’s here.

And Cherry’s walking straight into it.

She stares as the man disappears from the feed.

Not a man, maybe.

A message.

A gate.

EVE (inner monologue)

This time…

I don’t wait.

I act.

EXT. GARDENIA TRANSPORT HUB – DUSK

Cherry steps off the shuttle, her boots hitting Gardenia soil like a drumbeat.

The air smells different.

Familiar—but colder.

She knows something’s wrong.

No Lisa.

No Eve.

Just a wall of Guardian enforcers.

Too many.

They don’t speak.

They move.

Cherry drops her bag.

Her shoulders square.

CHERRY

(low, calm)

You really wanna do this again?

Her breath steadies.

A pulse of High Chi builds in her chest — focused, refined.

She moves.

One guard flies backward.

Another drops to a knee, wheezing.

Cherry bolts, sleek and fierce, dodging two stun shots—

Until they pull out the guardian-frequency weapons.

The moment they activate, she stumbles — the tech overriding her flow.

She drops to her knees.

Hands reach.

Too many.

They pounce.

INT. SECURITY TOWER – SAME TIME

Eve slams her fist into the wall.

She saw the whole thing.

A delayed feed. No comms. No clearance.

Just her Cherry.

Surrounded.

Taken.

Eve’s voice breaks.

EVE

(low, seething)

You bastards.

INT. GUARDIAN DETENTION CELL – LATER

Cold.

Dim.

Unforgiving.

They throw Cherry in hard.

She rolls to her side, groaning—shoulder bruised, mouth bleeding.

She breathes in.

A sound.

A whisper of movement.

She blinks into the shadows.

A girl—young, thin, hair ragged, eyes too old for her face—sits on the far side of the cell.

Watching.

Bare feet tucked beneath her.

Wrist bruises fading like ink.

CHRIS 

(softly)

You came.

CHERRY

(blinking, hoarse)

Chris?

The girl nods once.

Cherry stares.

Then closes her eyes.