Writer: Tony Laplume
Hot air balloon over a canopy of dense foliage. The balloon is bright red. It is broad daylight.
Now we have a closer view of the balloon, which includes our first glimpse of those onboard. They are a middle-aged black couple, who look like wealthy adventurers, like Richard Branson. The man has a mustache. They are panicking, because there’s a hole we now see visible in the balloon and they’re making a descent into the trees. Their names are HENRY and EMMA GALE.
HENRY: Try to hold on to something!
The balloon slams into the tree line.
We discover Henry sprawled on the jungle floor.
It’s much later, night. Henry’s eyes are fluttering open.
Henry is struggling to his feet. There is no sign of Emma near him, but he is looking around for her, clearly panicked again.
Henry is shouting now, hoping Emma is somewhere near, but he is scared and cold. It is clearly later. His clothes are considerably more filthy than they were from the crash. He hasn’t been eating or drinking anything. We can assume he’s been looking for at least the better portion of a day.
Running about the trees, desperate to find Emma, Henry is in bad shape.
Henry sees something in another direction and stops to try and find out what it is.
HENRY: Emma? Is that you?
Henry is still trying to figure out what he saw. We see some black smoke in the background, which he doesn’t notice.
HENRY: Hello? Is there someone there?
Henry notices the black smoke that we saw last panel. Yes, this is LOST fiction, but no clicking sounds added as SFX. Smokey is playing games with Henry, leading him along.
Henry is running after Smokey. He’s looking confused, but hopeful.
Smokey is gone, but has led Henry to the body of his dead wife, Emma.
Henry is bringing Emma, cradled in his arms, back to their hot air balloon. We see how the balloon itself has been caught in the trees and is providing a canopy to where he’s headed.
He’s now buried her, directly beneath the canopy of the balloon. He’s crouching next to the makeshift grave and his eyes are wet, but he looks resolute.
Henry is standing beside the grave, but his attention is elsewhere. Suddenly, he’s beginning to wonder about just where they crashed.
HENRY: …Where are we, Emma?