INT. CAR - DAY We CLOSE on someone's eyes. Beat. The reflections from the windshield pass over his face. Slowly blinking, the eyes open to adjust to the light. The crystal blue eyes stare back at us, eyes that belong to... A MAN. The driver. Beat. He stares out the window, confused, he begins to look for some kind of street sign or landmark he recognizes. Beat. There are none. He has no clue where he is. He looks to his passenger seat...there's a stack of papers. DRIVING DIRECTIONS, and A MAP. SUDDENLY, a sharp pain shoots through his head. He moans and brings his hand to his forehead. FLASH TO: EXT. SUPERMARKET - DAY He stands at his trunk, trying to open it, holding groceries. The trunk POPS open, and he sets them inside. He walks over to the driver side door, and opens it FLASH TO: INT. CAR - DAY He stares, still confused. CUT TO: EXT. ROAD - DAY His car flies down a road which appears to go on forever. Beat. CUT TO: INT. CAR - DAY He looks back to the paper, and reads the first thing on the list, "TURN RIGHT AT MILL ONTO DOUBLE DAY". He looks back out the window, and searches. Nothing but trees. HE SIGHS, and turns on the air conditioner. A DULL HUM FILLS THE AIR. He looks to the papers again, the second line reads, "CONTINUE FOR A REALLY LONG TIME". He looks back out the window, there's nothing for miles. He exhales in relief. SUDDENLY, another sharp pain shoots through his head. Again he raises his hand to his head. FLASH TO: EXT. HOME - DAY He steps out of his car, and goes around to his trunk. He opens it. He pulls a dozen roses out of the bag. He approaches the door and opens it, smiling. Next to the door THE ANSWERING MACHINE BLINKS THE NUMBER, "1". He reaches for the button... FLASH TO: INT. CAR - DAY He stares out the window, only more confusion. He notices his knuckles, they're busted and bruised. He just stares, angry at his lack of memory. He slams on his breaks and the car skids to a halt. CUT TO: EXT. ROAD - DAY He steps out of his car, and looks around. There's nothing, in every direction. He leans up against the car, and puts his head in his hands. He's trying to clear things up in his head. TINK. Something falls of the car and hits the ground. A PIECE OF GLASS. Behind him, the rear, right passenger side window is busted. ANOTHER SHARP PAIN SHOOTS THROUGH HIS HEAD. FLASH TO: EXT. HOME - DAY He powers through his door and down the porch. A stack of papers are clutched in his other hand. The roses in the other. He approaches his car, his face red. HE SCREAMS. He punches the window as hard as he can, and it spider-webs. He throws open his car door, and slams the papers in his passenger seat. He throws the roses in the back seat. FLASH TO: EXT. ROAD - DAY He backs up and stares, his mouth open. Beat. FLASH TO: INT. CAR - DAY He stares out the windshield, teeth clenched. He screams again, and pounds the wheel. He reaches for the glove compartment, and opens it... FLASH TO: EXT. ROAD - DAY He comes to a realization, and then runs back to the driver's side door and opens it. He reaches in, and opens the glove compartment... IT'S EMPTY. He looks back to his backseat, it's empty as well. HE SIGHS. CUT TO: INT. CAR - DAY He's back to driving down the road, he seems to be getting angrier, and angrier. OPTIMUS PRIME (V.O.) Ya know, I remember this old diddy that used to go through my head when I was little. I never really knew what it meant, but now I do. Beat. OPTIMUS PRIME (V.O.) It went, "The Slitheree-Dee came out of the sea, it ate all my friends but it didn't eat me. The Slitheree-Dee came out of the sea, it ate all my friends but it didn't eat... Beat. OPTIMUS PRIME (V.O.) ...slurp. He stares out the window. He notices something out, far in a field. A series of three white houses. He slows down as he approaches the beginning of the first, very long driveway. He looks back to the pile of papers, the map shows the long road he's been traveling and the adjacent field. A red X is marked there, and the numbers "1134" are written next to it. He looks to the mailbox, it reads, "1134". He stares in utter confusion. FLASH TO: EXT. GAS STATION - DAY An overweight, older gentleman stands next to a coin operated vacuum. He puts in a couple of quarters and the machine ROARS TO LIFE. He looks up for a second, to see a rather expensive, baby blue car drive by. In the driver seat, A GUY IN HIS EARLY TWENTIES, in the passenger seat A GIGGLING YOUNG WOMAN IN HER EARLY TWENTIES. Her image seems to echo in his eyes. He stares as the car makes its way out of sight. The guy walks over to a pay phone, puts in a couple of quarters, and starts dialing. FLASH TO: EXT. FIELD HOME - DAY He starts up the very long driveway, slowly, as if he was sneaking up. FLASH TO: INT. COUNTRY HOUSE - DAY An older gentleman sits in a rocking chair in the middle of the room, he stares lovingly at a fireplace. HIS PHONE RINGS. He reaches over to it, and picks it up. DAVE Yeah? STARSCREAMER (O.C.) Hey, Dave, look out your window. In about a minute or two, a baby blue car should be making it's way past your house. Tell me which way she turns at the sign. DAVE Why? STARSCREAMER (O.C.) Curious. DAVE You want me to stay on the phone? STARSCREAMER (O.C.) No, I'll call back in a minute or two, OK? DAVE Sure. STARSCREAMER (O.C.) Thanks. Dave hangs up the phone, and gets up from his chair. He moves over to his window and parts the curtain to look out. Beat. And just as the man on the phone said, a baby blue car makes it's way past the house and up to a stop sign adjacent. It rolls on through, and rakes a right. FLASH TO: EXT. FIELD HOME - DAY His car slowly moves ever further up the driveway. He looks around the property to see if he recognizes anything. Parked at the top of the driveway, is a baby blue car. He pays no attention to it. FLASH TO: INT. COUNTRY HOUSE - DAY The phone rings and the old man makes his way to the phone. DAVE Yeah? STARSCREAMER (O.C.) Which way? DAVE Right. STARSCREAMER (O.C.) All right, thanks Dave. DAVE You're welcome. Hey, what's this about anyway? STARSCREAMER (O.C.) I'm not really sure yet, I got one more phone call to make. DAVE All right, tell me all about it later. STARSCREAMER (O.C.) I will. Beat. FLASH TO: EXT. FIELD HOME - DAY The car moves further up the driveway. Now he can make out the front door, it' slightly ajar. A tricycle sits on the porch. FLASH TO: INT. FIELD HOME 2 - DAY An man in his mid-thirties sits on his recliner and watches television. Beat HIS PHONE RINGS. He reaches over to it and picks it up. MIKE Go. STARSCREAMER (O.C.) Hey, Mike, in about ten or fifteen minutes a baby blue car should be passing your house, actually I'm pretty positive it will. MIKE Baby blue? He thinks to himself. MIKE Why? STARSCREAMER (O.C.) I'm not sure, I'm gonna need you to confirm it for me. MIKE Why? STARSCREAMER (O.C.) Personal favor. I'll buy you a case of beer if you see it. MIKE Okay... STARSCREAMER (V.O.) I'll call back in about fifteen minutes, all right? MIKE Yeah, okay. Beat. He hangs up the phone. He gets up out of his chair, and puts down the remote. He makes his way over towards his front door. CUT TO: EXT. FIELD HOME 2 - NEXT He walks out onto his porch, and sits down in a wicker chair. He looks out at the road. FLASH TO: EXT. FIELD HOME - DAY He pulls up to the blue car, and turns off his car. He stares up at the house. A tire swing is tied to a large oak tree to the side of the house. It sways gently in the breeze. He stares confused, still. He lightly brings his head down to the steering wheel to think. HE SIGHS. FLASH TO: EXT. FIELD HOME 2 - DAY He stares out at the road, and just as the guy on the phone said... A baby blue car makes it's way up the road. He leans forward in his chair to get a better look. The car starts to slow as it approaches the driveway on the first house. He leans even more forward in his chair. The car makes its way up the driveway. He gets out of the chair and opens the door. CUT TO: EXT. GAS STATION - NEXT Starscreamer, leans up against his car, thinking. He looks at his watch, and then approaches the pay phone again. He puts in some coins... And dials... CUT TO: INT. FIELD HOME 2 - DAY THE PHONE RINGS. Mike, sitting back in his recliner, picks up the phone. MIKE Go. STARSCREAMER (O.C.) So? MIKE Baby blue car? Pretty fancy? With one of those fin things on the back? STARSCREAMER (O.C.) Yeah. MIKE Yeah, that's my neighbor. STARSCREAMER (O.C.) Which one? MIKE Eleven thirty-four, he's the first house on the road. Right before mine. STARSCREAMER (O.C.) All right, thanks. MIKE Hey what's this for? STARSCREAMER (O.C.) Curious. Annoyed, he hangs up the phone. CLICK. CUT TO: EXT. GAS STATION - DAY He has his hand on the receiver, thinking to himself. Beat. He breathes deep. He picks up the phone, then slams it back down. He looks around, and puts his head down. Beat. He quickly picks up the receiver and drops the coins in. He begins dialing. WE HEAR THE PHONE RING, AND RING, AND RING. BEEP. ANSWERING MACHINE (V.O.) Hey, I'm not here right now, leave a message with your name and number and I'll get back to you. Thanks. STARSCREAMER Hey man, I think I got some bad news for you. I think I say Ally driving down the road with some guy. They were in a baby blue Eclipse. I called around and got an address, 1134 DOUBLE-DAY Road. Go up Garrison, till you get to a mill, make a right. I hope it's nothing, but you might want to check it out. Beat. STARSCREAMER Sorry man. FLASH TO: INT. CAR - DAY He sits in the driveway, head on the steering wheel. ANOTHER SHARP PAIN... FLASH TO: INT. HOME - DAY He stands there listening to the message... ANSWERING MACHINE ...sorry man. Beat. FLASH TO: INT. HOME - DAY He walks over to a desk, he grabs a sheet of paper, and a phone book. He rips out the front page, with a map. He makes an X in the field, and writes "1134". He makes a quick list of driving directions. FLASH TO: EXT. HOME - DAY He throws the roses, and power walks up to his car. He goes to lift the handle... Time stops. He looks to his glove compartment, for what seems forever. HIS HEARTBEAT POUNDS IN HIS EARS. FLASH TO: INT. CAR - DAY The baby blue car stares him in the face. He looks back to the house. He clenches his fist and slams the wheel. Slowly, he turns his head to the stack of papers. He lifts them up. A GUN, LYING WITH SOME BULLETS. He stares. He reaches behind his seat, and pulls out the roses. They're torn and crushed. FADE TO: INT. FIELD HOME PORCH - DAY We hear footsteps inside the house, and giggling. Beat. The doorknob turns and the door opens. Ally and the other man start to walk outside, but she stops suddenly. She sees... THE ROSES, on the porch. Beat. She reaches down to get them. Beat. ALLY (O.C.) Oh no... CUT TO: INT. CAR - DAY We CLOSE on his eyes. HIS CRYSTAL BLUE EYES STARE BACK AT US. Beat. Slowly, blinking, he closes his eyes. The shadows and reflections from the windshield pass over his face. Beat. SUDDENLY, A HORN BLARES AND TIRES SCREECH.... CUT TO: BLACK. END.