it's all work, work, work, practise, practise, practise

a little dream scene (not much left of it, darn)

POINT OF VIEW across the instruments of a large airliner through the front shield of the cockpit: a landscape with soft grassy hills swiftly coming closer.
The engines of the airliner are revving up, the airplane is slowing down its descent for a few seconds, only to increase the downward speed again soon after. The ground is coming dangerously close now. The airliner is out of control. A crash seems unavoidable.

CUT TO: Family sitting around a table in a spacious live-in kitchen. Grandparents, father, mother and child. Outside the kitchen window a burning airplane wreckage.

Child
Can I have the butter, please?

Mother is handing over the plate with the butter.

Father
Something is not quite right here.
Has anybody an idea how we came here?

Mother
Strange. I don't remember actually coming here.

EXTREME CLOSE UP of the father's face. His skin tone is bluish. On the surface of the skin we can see a shimmering gleen in the colors of the rainbow. He looks vibrant, slightly shaking, curious, excited.

Father
We did not survive the crash.

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