WIDE ESTABLISHING – Slow push-in on the entire lab. Torm and Professor bent over separate workbenches, methodically applying chemicals to glowing Shadow Fever plates. Clockwork rhythm.

MEDIUM TWO-SHOT – Profile view, both working in sync. Quiet, focused energy.

CLOSE-UP – Professor’s hands carefully pipetting a strand of chemical onto a plate.

OVER-THE-SHOULDER (Professor on Torm) – He glances up while still working.

MEDIUM CLOSE-UP Professor – “Your father hated noise and could be very impatient, not realizing how the words he chose to use would affect the people around him.”

CLOSE-UP Torm – Listening intently while continuing her work.

OTS (Torm on Professor) – She asks without looking up, “Was he ever like that with my mother?”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Warm smile as he recounts, “Oh yes! But your mother’s wit was unconquerable…”

CLOSE-UP Torm – Laughs, then puzzled, “Haha, that is funny… wait… is that an insult, or a compliment?”

CLOSE-UP Professor – “Both! But they were also the most tender couple I’ve ever known. I miss them very much.”

MEDIUM Torm – Softly, “I remember my father always had a giant book with him.”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Wistful, “Ah… I wish I knew where that book was… the things his mind saw.”

TWO-SHOT – Professor turns to her with genuine affection. “Luckily, he was only the second most brilliant mind I’ve ever known.”

CLOSE-UP Torm – Curious, “The second most brilliant? Who was the first?”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Warm eyes, full of pride, “Without a doubt, you, dear girl! You.”

CLOSE-UP Torm – Self-doubt clouds her face. “If I was brilliant, I would have cured my sister by now. She wouldn’t be lying in bed in pain.”

MEDIUM Professor – Gently commanding, “Look at me, Torm.”

CLOSE-UP Torm – She lifts her eyes to meet his.

CLOSE-UP Professor – Passionate encouragement: “No one has ever lasted more than three days… And how long has your sister survived?”

INSERT – Torm’s face – Softening as he says “Three months.”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Continuing, “Shadow Fever has plagued us for thousands of years and in only three small months… You will cure the world of this plague, Torm.”

CLOSE-UP Torm – Quiet, “And when another comes along?”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Steady, “Then you will cure that one. And then the next one and the next.”

MEDIUM Torm – Dry half-smile, “No pressure. Sure, I can save the world.”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Catches the hidden smile, “Ah, I saw that smile. It’s okay to smile, you don’t have to hide it.”

CLOSE-UP Torm – Guilty, “I feel guilty.”

OTS (Professor on Torm) – “Guilty?”

CLOSE-UP Torm – Confessing, “Yes… Because Shadow Fever is an intriguing problem to me. I shouldn’t enjoy working on the solutions as much as I do…”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Wise and kind, “Your enthusiasm benefits the world. If only more people enjoyed working on solutions instead of creating problems…”

CLOSE-UP Torm – Frustrated, looking into her work, “Why is it taking so long to find what seems to be a simple solution: separate the bad cells from the good…”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Suddenly intense, eyes glued to his microscope, “Torm, what sample number was that?”

MEDIUM Torm – Quickly flips open the log book.

INSERT – LOG BOOK – Close-up on page: Sample 111, delicate butterfly illustration labeled “SOLIS LUX Rhopalocera.”

CLOSE-UP Torm – Reading aloud, “111, SOLIS LUX Rhopalocera.”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Excited realization, “SOLIS LUX Rhopalocera. The sunlight butterfly, of course! And the ratio?”

CLOSE-UP Torm – “One-part water mineral, 1/111th parts wing oil.”

CLOSE-UP Professor – Urgent, “What has happened? Come look for yourself.”

TWO-SHOT – Professor gestures her over excitedly.

OTS (Professor on Torm) – Torm leans in to the microscope/machine. Her eyes widen.

EXTREME CLOSE-UP – MICROSCOPE POV / TORM’S EYES – The plate is clear of ghost cells. Cut to Torm’s stunned face as she whispers, “I don’t see any ghost cells.” Professor: “Exactly!” They share a charged look of hope. Bell begins to ring loudly outside. Torm’s expression shifts to alarm. Professor grows serious: “You better get home.” Torm quickly hands him the plate, gathers her things, and rushes out as the Professor calls after her, “Be safe.” Final wide shot as she exits the lab into the fading afternoon light.