SC7. INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT - VANCOUVER - 5080
[IFAN FENCIS IS SAT AT A TABLE.
A GREY METAL WATER FOUNTAIN IS SET NEARBY
IN THE CENTRE OF THE ROOM.
WE SEE THE VIEW OF IFAN’S TABLE THROUGH A
WINDOW FROM THE STREET.
ACROSS FROM IFAN IS SAT CORA FENCIS.
NEXT TO IFAN, ON HIS RIGHT IS SAT CAPTAIN
MYRA BAINBRIDGE.
IFAN, CORA AND MYRA HAVE PLATES OF
ASPARAGUS AND HONEYED NECTARINES AND
PINEAPPLE.]
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
“I need to find a new research intern, now that you’ve seconded Liz
Carnegie.”
IFAN FENCIS
“Sorry about that, let’s just say she’s a family friend and leave it at
that.”
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
, “Are you enjoying Canada, Cora?”
CORA FENCIS
“This end of it, definitely. Must have been here before, in another life.”
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
“Definitely.”
IFAN FENCIS
“I hope you don’t mind, feel free not to answer if you’d prefer not to
Myra. I know people have different views on the quantum network
uplinks. Have you had the memory grafts, connecting you consciously
to your former lives?”
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
“I have. I worked here in the city with the Commonwealth Protection
Bureau twice. First as Emily during the original inception of the
Organization in the early twentieth century, then as Rebecca Jones at
the end of the century.”
IFAN FENCIS
“Of course. Do you remember me?”
CAPTAIN MYRA BAINBRIDGE
“Should I?”
IFAN FENCIS
“Like Cora said, must have been here before.”
[UNDER THE TABLE, WE SEE IFAN TEXTING CORA
ON HIS E-READER.
CORA’S BLACK VINYL PURSE MAKES AN S.O.S.
BEEP.
CORA RETRIEVES HER E-READER.
CORA GLANCES AT THE MESSAGE APP.
IFAN HAS SENT - ‘MUST BE THROWN OFF THE
SCENT DUE TO OUR TEMPORAL DISPLACEMENT.’
CORA RETURNS THE E-READER TO HER PURSE.]
IFAN FENCIS
“I’ve read the historic job performance reviews for that era. Cole
