1FINT. THE ORGAN – THE CORE – CONTINUOUS1F

At the bottom of everything: the bell Klói made. Everything here is warm. The bell is cold.

KLÓI: I don't know which Nessa you are.

NESSA: I know.

KLÓI: It kept her. A little brass her. I can't remember her face.

NESSA: Let's go destroy it anyway.

He turns the key. The bell lets go; everything runs on.

KLÓI: I'm sorry. You did what I asked.

He jams the key into the gears. The METAL SCREAM. Every sun-face freezes mid-smile.

TURN, and hold. Then JAM, and hold. A warning comes first; HOLD skips the sound. Then UP.