INT. SERENITY -BRIDGE

CU of River's eyes as they snap open, wide as saucers. She sucks in a loud startled breath. Pull away to reveal her in the fetal postion. Pull away further and fade through cryo-unit lid, then through crates on top.

Pull away to see the lid slowly lift off and the crates fall to the floor.

Slow Motion - River rises slowly from the mist, her face sad and determined.

She steps out of the cryo-unit, crouching on the deck, rubbing her arms and torso. She shivers terribly and begins to cry.

RIVER: Sifu, no.

INT. PALADIN - BRIDGE

Captain Gibson walks confidently toward Paul, who stands frozen. Gibson walks within two feet of his son. Madsen watches with fascination.

CAPT. GIBSON: Don't fight it, son.

PAUL: Wha... what’s happening... to me? What did you say to me?

CAPT. GIBSON: Just a little phrase in a dead language from Earth That Was. (he watches Paul's discomfort a beat) Your dormant subconscious is re-emerging, the man you were meant to be.

He places an arm around Paul’s shoulders, leads him out a different door into a private office. Paul follows, zombie-like.

INT. PALADIN - CAPTAIN’S LOUNGE

Paul stands, looking entranced. Captain Gibson walks around him, admiring his physique.

PAUL: (confused) Father, I... I don’t understand. I feel so... angry.

GIBSON: The clarity will come, son. (half-sits on desk) You see, you were such a little spit-fire growing up. So much anger and aggression, but naturally talanted beyond belief. Introducing you to the martial arts gave you wonderful self-control, and you fully embraced their peaceful philosophy. However, a peaceful warrior isn’t of much use to the military. My friends in Psych worked with you on a nightly basis throughout your adolescence, embedding a detailed command structure in your subconscious, also locating and collecting those ferocious impulses you’d once displayed and tucking them away in a tidy little box. There they waited, ready to be set free when the time was rig