**Spark recognizes her location...the storage area of one of the labs at Encom. It is after-hours, and she is standing just outside one of the large delivery doors, watching Flynn load the last pieces of the second laser into his van. Why Flynn wants to move the laser to the basement of the arcade, Spark doesn't know, but he has asked for her help and she won't let him down. Flynn closes the door behind him and opens the door to the passenger side of the van. "My lady." He bows extravagantly. Spark laughs. "You're ridiculous, Flynn," she says fondly. The scene dissolves, leaving Spark in darkness for a moment.

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Spark is in the arcade basement, checking power readouts as the laser is hooked up to the large computer that is already there. Spark casts a glance over at the large touch-screen desk, identical to the one Dillinger had kept in the center of his big office. "So what programs do you have in here?" she asks, frowning for a moment. "Not very many," Flynn replied. "I've got the Shadox platform, Yori to run the laser, Tron to protect the system, and a few others." He taps the barrel of the laser with his knuckles, and Spark resists the urge to tell him to be more careful around such a delicate piece of machinery. "When we're done setting this up, would you like to meet them? In person, I mean."

Spark's eyebrows rise. "You mean go inside? Digitize ourselves?" Her voice shakes a little. Flynn nods, a bright smile on his face. "What do you think I brought this down here for? Storing fruit?" Spark shakes her head. "We have to run the safety protocol checks first, Flynn. I'm not going to let you try to digitize yourself without them." Her own eyes glint a little as she looks back up at him. "But after that...yeah, I think I would like to meet Tron and Yori." Flynn's smile widens and he opens his mouth, but the world fades before he can speak.

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Many scenes flash before Spark's eyes, some clear, others fuzzy. Learning to ride a light-cycle, to throw an identity disk. Helping Clu and Tron chase down a crazy creature that looks like a cross between an end-table and an octopus - Flynn's attempt to eliminate the need for waiters and waitresses at the various establishments around the city. Facing Tron in the games and fighting him to a draw. Watching the magnificent ISO cities take shape. Watching those same cities fall to rubble under Clu's orders. Trying to pick up the pieces in the aftermath of the reintegration.

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*long moments go by … Clu stands before Flynn with arms outstretched… Flynn just stares in disbelief … his eyes narrow in confusion as emotions cycle through him - pain, disbelief, bargaining, denial, acceptance and back to denial again - it’s funny how in one moment everything’s the same, and yet nothing is the same … or, is it? … for a second he doesn’t even know anymore … he rakes his hand through his hair so fast it snarls and tangles in one spot, then he exhales an exasperated sigh and flops his hand down to his side … finally he opens his mouth and stammers *


...Man!! ... Clu!!… What-


*he stops his sentence short, shakes his head quickly. closes his eyes, then looks down ... he brings his closed fist to rest against his mouth as though suppressing a cough but he isn’t - he’s suppressing his own words, silenced … he closes his eyes, extends his hand as if to say, “ stop” … but what he's really doing is stopping himself from saying anything he'll regret , because his thoughts are already wanting to finish the sentence he’d started, to bellow at Clu with every ounce of frustration in his being:
/// MAN !! CLU !! … What – … did you just, what - lose your MIND???!!! /// … but if he said that then right behind those words would probably be a stream of words as dubiously-piquant as the New Jersey neighborhood in which he grew up … …
… and no, … he isn't going to say any of that … he stops that thought and then another thought lurches:
// this is my digital son telling me these things, my digital son // … … and his digital son has just apologized, for all of it, and Flynn knows he has to forgive but he can’t quite wrap his mind around all this just yet … Clu’s attack on Tron was bad enough, but how do you forgive someone who’s just told you that in the future they attacked thousands, essentially committed mass genocide, and then killed you too? For not being perfect - something which no being in the whole Universe is to begin with?? …

… and yet it's Clu, a program he’s grown to love like a son, telling him these things … how do you forgive that, make peace with that? … his own thoughts admonish : /// you just forgive him, man, ... that's how! ///... … and yes, he knows he has to forgive, has to get past this, has to make peace with it, doesn’t want to view Clu in a bad light because of this, doesn't want to judge him, and what’s done is done and besides, this is his failure too - Flynn knows he has a part in this, that part being his having left Clu in the Grid without the proper guidance, and then his having given him a set of diametrically-opposed directives … … … but still his mind persists with the unfathomable riddle - how Clu got from that, to justifying the horrors of everything he just described? … it’s - it’s just-… … /// STOP ! ///


... Flynn stops the thought right there ... he closes his eyes more tightly ... just for a second he doesn’t want to think of any of this, doesn’t want to feel what he feels, has no frame of reference for how to process it, because it’s too heavy, too much … he's never been big on processing emotional pain, and if he were in the arcade he’d buy every token from the change machine, toss them all one by one right into the Space Paranoids machine and play it furiously for hours on end, repeatedly, until he fell over from exhaustion right where he stood, just so he wouldn’t have to think, about any of this …
... but he isn’t in the arcade, he’s here in the Grid ... where there are no video games, where everything is a video game and where nothing makes sense … and yet all of it makes sense … and he has to get to the portal, and why did Clu tell him this now? Why? …
.............and then the same turmoil flares again in his circular thoughts so he stands there still staring downward, thinking … he has to get to the portal and they need to get this behind them … and why did this tear him apart so? … this isn’t some predictable scandalous nemesis, this is his digital son, who he himself has programmed, cared about, trusted ... still round and round the circular thoughts go … until he realizes he's been holding his breath this whole time, and now all he can think to do is just take a breath and-


… … breathe? … …


... his thoughts answer reflexively : // yeah, why not ... just -… breathe? // … … so he does ... he breathes in slowly, and then breathes again … and, again … and, again … slowly he lowers the hand, then just stands there, eyes closed, and for some reason, just breathing is calming him enough to think ... to step back from his emotions … to realize logically that two wrongs don’t make a right - Clu had condemned him for being wrong, imperfect, which was of course the wrong thing to do, an imperfect action, but if he condemns Clu now for being imperfect, it will be no less wrong … ... ... and so he just breathes, surprised by how well it’s calming him … he has a feeling he’s going to need this calming skill much more often once his baby is born … he's going to work on this skill, learn to perfect it*




** just then from behind closed eyelids, he thinks there’s a flicker in the portal’s bright light, but it’s probably just his imagination, stress … finally he opens his eyes, runs his hand through his hair, sighs, and very slowly nods, his face still gravely serious as he stares down at the surface of the portal bridge beneath their feet … and when he speaks there’s a new calm about him … a peace that’s unusually composed, unusually mature and uncannily centered, especially given the circumstances, and he’s surprised by it himself**




... Yeah. Think you know you did some heinous things, Clu. You made some really huge mistakes.
I'm - … not proud of your choices, … no, I'm sure not, but, …



*he pauses, sighs again, finally looking up into the anguished eyes of his amber-circuited doppelganger, and then he continues, compassion relaxing his intense gaze somewhat as he stumbles through the words, slowly stepping forward once, twice, raising his hands slowly, until both arms are outstretched, mirroring Clu’s gesture*




…but ... I'm - … proud of you, … buddy … for … standin' here tellin me now. For - … for knowing they were bad choices, … even - ... even if you didn't think they were at the time, you know they were now. I made some bad choices too, or it sounds like it, anyway. And so now we gotta find a way to fix things, to -



*his voice suddenly halts as the whole portal platform shakes, subtly at first, then more violently … startled, he catches his balance and looks down to see a jagged fissure now snaking its way across the cosway, spreading and pointing towards his feet … then a second later the portal flickers, and electricity surges in the skies overhead … all around them structures are partially derezzing … and even before he looks back at Clu he speaks, slightly panicked**




Cluuu? … Buddy??? …what’s- … what’s happening here?!! …



* then he looks up at Clu, shocked when he sees glowing derezzed spots beginning to show along the edges of Clu’s lightsuit, a few pixels flying away here and there … the amber circuits begin to dim and flicker … and then Clu stumbles forward, tries to steady himself but falls to his knees, eyes wide, stunned, silent with panic ... Flynn panics too ... /// NO !!! /// ... he vaults forward to catch Clu before he slumps to the fractured surface of the portal cosway, then gathers his program into his arms, holds him close, lays User hands upon him - the hands of the Creator - trying to stop the process, trying to protect his digital son from whatever is happening to the Grid*

*feels waves move through him, from a source unknown to him*

What is happening here?

*reaches for Bit as the data companion changes form, saying 'no' over and over again*

I don't understand. Is this supposed to be happening? Is Flynn ok?

*grabs Bit and holds onto him, as he settles into his static form*

Are we going back home?

*eyes are wide with terror*

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No, buddy !! ... N-...no,... 'can't, ... not gonna leav- ...


*Flynn's voice breaks with the words, and he chokes the emotion back as tears sting at his eyes ... he quickly brushes them away with his sleeve, blinks furiously as more tears gather ... the wind on the cosway is brutal, almost deafening, yet where they are there's a horrible void of calm like being in the center of a tornado, and for a few seconds he's just staring at Clu in disbelief, anguish, panic ... his User powers haven't worked, and now he knows what's happening as he watches Clu's eyes close ... past terrified, he watches his creation slowly begin to derezz in his arms, his digital son ceasing to exist, and it's worse than the ravages of time, worse than death - this is the ravages of being forgotten by time, deleted, erased ... and by God, he isn't going to allow it ... ... ...

... ... ... eyes flaring with desperation, then narrowing to determination, he looks over at the portal beam, it's blinding light now only intermittently steady ... // Now! Now! The disk! The disk! // ... // It's the key, the beam, get the disk, NOW! ... Remember what he told you! // ... // Do it! ... It's the only thing you CAN do! // ... *


*recalling how Clu had explained the portal exit process to him, Flynn breaks past the inertia of fear and then reaches for the disk on his back, clutches it in one hand, and there's no time for hesitation ... he makes the choice, and for him it's the only choice - this may destroy them both, but he will not leave his digital son there to die ... defying the system and time itself, he reaches and gathers Clu's inert form into his arms, summons all his strength in preparation, but then he's surprised as he lifts Clu almost effortlessly ... he stands, and starts toward the portal, still grasping the disk in one hand and clearly aware that he's operating against the natural order of things as gale force winds resist his every step, trying to force him back ... he redoubles his grasp on Clu, then looks down to see his own arms derezz into wireframe structure for a split-second and then re-resolve into dimensional normality, but it doesn't stop him ... a few more steps and he's at the portal beam*


*kneeling down to rest Clu against the platform, he frees one hand, the hand which holds the disk ... then reaching out, then letting it go, watching as his identity disk begins to float upward in the beam ... then gathering Clu into his arms again he stands once more, brilliant light flooding around them both now ... there's an electric tingle crawling over his skin, and in his peripheral vision he can see the wireframe effect is back, now mapping them both in tiny intersecting topography of light... then instantly it feels like the bottom drops out from underneath them, like cresting a hill on a rollercoaster and heading straight downward ...

... ... ... and then it's just ....dark ... silent ... no, wait, ... there's a faint hum, ... and, ... there's ... dust? ... yes, dust, everywhere ... dust against his face, tickling at his eyelashes and nose ... he blows upward against his own face to keep from sneezing, then blinks, stunned, his thoughts trying to make sense of it ... // ... dust? ... ashes to ashes, dust to dust, ... does this mean we're dead?? // ... but no, he doesn't think so, because he's breathing, and there's the faint hum ... and as his vision resolves in the dimness there's a tiny blinking light a few feet away ... *




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**Spark's back arches up, her eyes snap wide and she gasps. Abruptly, she struggles to sit up. Rinzler helps her balance against the shaking and shuddering up the Sailer. A glance at the surroundings and several mental queries to the system reveal the severity of the situation, just as Azure collapses. The ISO cries out in emotional pain and Spark's eyes snap towards the portal. It's dark, but both Flynn and Clu2's presences are gone. //Oh scrap,// she thinks. //Flynn, what did you do?// Her mind is moving fast, trying to come up with a plan. Looking around, she notes Zec is at the pilot's station. Her voice takes on a sharp note of command as she speaks.**

Spark: "Zec! Open the beam connection to it's full extent! Drop the flux level to half-pull! Don't worry about the power gauges, I'll keep it steady! Everyone, hold on!"

**Spark places her hands on the Sailer's deck. The grid's code opens before her, and she alters the code of the Sailer. As the others watch, the Sailer fluidly changes shape. The graceful sails fold in, and the bow becomes a smooth arrow shape. The entire ship becomes thinner and sleeker. It shoots forward, speed doubling, tripling. Exhausted once again, Spark falls backwards. Rinzler is there to catch her, concern clear on his face. Spark feels a strange lurch, and looks around quickly. A strange rip in the air has appeared near Tron and Clu1.0. Spark's eyes go wide. She understands. Struggling to her feet, Spark stumbles towards them. She grabs Tron's, arm and shoves the unconscious program through the rip in the air. Then she looks to Clu1.0**

Spark: "Clu, go! Now!"

**Rinzler leaps forward to catch Spark as she falls again. The moment Tron is pushed through the strange tear, all nausea and weakness disappears. His mind is clear and he can think again.**

Rinzler: "Rrrrrr.....Easy, Spark, I've got you....I won't let you fall..."

**Spark's eyes tear up for a moment. She remembers those same words coming from Tron. The first time the damage to Spark's code showed itself, the User had been frightened. But Tron had been there, and he had supported her through the entire episode. //"I'll never let you fall, Spark, I promise."// Spark closes her eyes against the flood of memories. Her breathing hitches for a moment, and her voice is an unsteady whisper.**

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*as the rip in space appears, Zec sees Tron jump through it, followed by Clu 1.0. As Clu 1.0 is about to jump through, Zec salutes him, knowing that they will never be back*

{OOC: Okay, for the 1983 pieces, I'm going to write this as a story: third person past tense. For the 2011 pieces, I'm going to continue as before: script-style.}

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The Grid, 1983
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"I'm sorry Spark, but there's nothing from sector four either." Spark placed a hand on the search program's shoulder. "Don't worry about it Terra. Return to your normal duties." As Terra nodded and scurried off, Spark ran a hand through her already tousled hair. She left the main hub and jogged towards the I/O tower where Yori waited. The program looked up as Spark ran in, but her hopeful expression faded when the User shook her head. "Sector four's clear too. No sign of either of them." Yori sighed and looked back down at the glowing data that was spread across her desk. "I don't understand it. First the portal opens, but Flynn doesn't appear, then Tron vanishes when he goes to investigate."

Spark ran a hand through her hair again and looked out the window towards the portal's position. It still glowed, a single star in a star-less sky. "There's only one option left," she said finally. "One place we haven't looked. I'm going into the arcade." Yori's head snapped up. "You can't!"

Spark shook her head at Yori. "There's no other option," she said. "We've done complete system sweep, but they just aren't here. Even if Tron was....derezzed, there would still be data recognition of him somewhere. We can't sweep the arcade from outside, and I'm the only one who can go in without breaking the quarantine." User and program looked at each other. Finally, Yori's shoulders slumped. "Alright," she said.

A couple of minutes later, Spark and Yori stood outside the entrance of the arcade, staring at the glowing force-field that separated it for the rest of the grid. Spark took a deep breath. "Here we go," she murmured, pressing herself against the shield. It burned as she forced her way though it, but it had been designed to keep out programs, not Users, and Spark's code, damaged as it was, was still that of a User. All of a sudden, it was over. She was through. "Ouch," she mumbled, giving Yori a thumbs up. "I made it. Now, let's see if there's anything to find." She walked further in, peering into the darkness around the hulks of the game machines. The glow of her circuitry was the only light, and the shadows loomed. "When Flynn gets back, I'm gonna have to talk to him about putting some lights in this place."

Spark carefully made her way down to the basement lab. She gasped in shock as the door slid open. A figure was slumped on the floor by the desk, circuitry barely alight. But Spark would know that pattern anywhere. "Tron!" She knelt beside him and pulled him into her arms. Tron's eyes opened momentarily "Spark?" he slurred. Spark nodded. "Tron, it's me."

"Spark...you have to...Flynn...Clu...I wasn't....Rinzler....they..." Tron's voice trailed off and he lost consciousness again. Spark frowned. "What happened to you, Tron?" she asked, knowing he wouldn't answer. "I gotta get you some help." Spark got up and pulled Tron up, so she was supporting him. Because he was taller than her, she ended up half-carrying/half-dragging him along. Up the stairs and towards the entrance. She paused there long enough to drop the quarantine field, then dragged Tron into the street. Yori gasped and ran to them. "Spark, what-?" she broke off as Spark shook her head. "I don't know, Yori, but let's get him back to the Tower." Yori nodded and helped Spark support Tron's weight.

The two of them lowered Tron to the ground once inside the I/O tower. "Yori, stay with him. I'm going to try and contact Flynn directly." Yori gave Spark a sharp look. "Okay."

Spark walked into the communications chamber of the I/O tower and pulled off her disk. Concentrating on the two messages she wanted to send, the User raised her arms to the sky and released her disk. As Yori watched from her spot next to Tron's unconscious form, the tower's beam of light changed from white to blue, signifying that there was an out-going communication.

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The User World, Flynn's Arcade, the basement
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The cursor on the computer desk blinked several times, then words appeared.

_Flynn! Tron's hurt! Where are you? What's going on?_

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The User World, elsewhere
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Flynn wrote: Come on, buddy, ... it's cool. I'll show ya the rest of the place. This is what your User calls 'home' ...

*Home.. The only home Clu had ever known was the Grid... And he was a long long way from that now. This world.. The User world was far more confusing than Clu ever imagined. Of all the extensive study Clu had on User culture.. Nothing could have prepared him for this. Its one thing to read about it.. It was something else to be in it. And what was this?.. Dust?? This world was certainly more filthy than he thought it would be. *


*As Clu followed Flynn up the narrow stairs, that feeling came over him again.. that burning in his nose.. that would undoubtably end in... *

Ah-Choo!


*A sneeze... again... Or so that's what Flynn called it, though to Clu he could only describe it as everything inside of you getting expelled at a high rate of speed through your mouth.. Clu couldn't comprehend the need for such a function. It wasn't exactly pleasant.*

"Bless you"


"What?" * Clu was confused as he pondered Flynn's words. Just another one of Flynn's Idioms he didn't understand.* "How is that a blessing?"


"Nevermind." *Flynn shook his head grinning.*


*As they reached the top of the stairs, there was a small door, Flynn opened it and stepped through.. Clu looked cautiously at the door. *

"Come on, man. Its okay."


*Going on his Users assurance.. Clu stepped through the door. then jumped to the side as the door and some kind of tall device that was attached to it creaked closed. Clu looked around at the room they just stepped into.. It mostly dark but there were a few overhead lights on, the same bright yellow light was coming through the windows here too. The room was filled with more and more of those tall devices... Clu stood in awe and didn't notice Flynn already assending yet another set of stairs. Guess users never heard of using elevating platforms.. *

"Clu.. Come on buddy.. its this way."


*Clu paused.. Still trying to analyze what he was seeing. He was thinking about his impressions of the User world thus far..everything.. Even the air.. It was quite different from what he was accustomed to. Here Clu could see from that bright light casting its luminescence across the floor...there seemed to be particles floating around.. //Dust? Is all of the User world infected with it?// He followed Flynn up the stairs. *

"Flynn.."


"Yeah Clu."


"I don't understand how a vacuum.. Relates to dust.. A vacuum is empty space...an absence of matter.. "


*Flynn had to laugh as he opened the door to his loft and stepped in. *

"No.. A vacuum is also a... Thing.. Its a.. You push it.. And it..cleans.. It.. You know, it's like, 'brrrrrrrzzhh!..."


*Clu watched with a raised brow as Flynn tried to not only describe a vacuum.. But tried to act it out too, complete with the noise it would apparantly make.*

"You know what.. Nevermind.. I'll show ya later.. Right now-"


*He stopped when he noticed Clu looking apprehensively at the floor. *

"It's carpet Clu.. You can step on it."


*Clu did.. And Flynn watched him as he looked around at everything.. The lamps.. Curtains.. The computer sitting on a desk...// So this is a User's home?//*

"Man.. This world must be crazy to you.. I didn't even-"


* He was cut short suddenly by a sound coming from downstairs. The lights and music had come on in the arcade below. Flynn knew that meant only one thing. There was only two other people who had the keys to the arcade.. Jordan, his wife. ..And Alan Bradley.. His best friend and co-worker at ENCOM.*


*Flynn pressed a finger to his lips and whispered.*

"Stay here... I'll be right back."


*Clu watched curiously as Flynn headed off downstairs again.*

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*quadrophonic music blares loudly through the main room of the arcade from the old jukebox ... Flynn goes barreling down the small staircase from the loft ... right around the corner from the staircase Alan Bradley approaches ... as Flynn clears the bottom step he turns the corner and nearly runs right into him, then jumps back, startled, and yells over the music*


FLYNN: AGH!!!! ... JEEZ, ALAN! WHAT'RE YOU DOIN' HERE ?!!


*eyes widening, Alan yells back over the music*


ALAN : WHAT AM I DOING HERE ??!! ... YOU JUST PAGED ME FIVE MINUTES AGO !



*Alan holds up the pager ... Flynn just stares at it, then back at him, baffled, thinking to himself : // I didn't page him ... and how'd he get from his place to here in five minutes ? // ... ... stepping over to a small switch-panel on the wall, Flynn flips the override switch and the Seeburg jukebox silences instantly, stopping the loud music with an abrupt echo ... he glances at the stairwell, nervously hoping his doppelganger does not come walking down those stairs ... it's weird enough that his clothes are completely covered in dust and his hair's a total mess ... he looks back at Alan, who just stares at him, adjusts his glasses, crosses his arms, raises an eyebrow, then gets "the smirk" that Flynn is so familiar with*




ALAN: Mind explaining where you've been, hot-shot ? ... You didn't show for racquetball last night. I came by, this place was dark as pitch, you weren't here. Didn't answer your phone, didn't call me back. I called Jordan this morning. She said you didn't even come home last night, that you'd probably pulled another all-nighter at the arcade – which, she says, is somehow 'a normal thing' for you these days? ... I was just on my way here when I got your page ... and now you're standing here looking like you've just survived the dust-bowl and-or a tornado! ... WHAT'S going ON, Flynn ?!!




*Flynn slaps a hand to his forehead, closes his eyes, runs his hand through his already-disheveled hair*


FLYNN : Alan, ... oh man! Racquetball Sundays! Buddy, ... I'm- ... I'm sorry, ...I just- ... I lost track of time, and - ...


*Flynn pauses, frustrated at himself - // ha! ... lost track of time ? ... yeah what an understatement ! // ... ... what in the world is he supposed to say to explain all of this? ... Jordan's grown accustomed to his late hours moonlighting at the arcade, and since he'd installed the laser he'd often worked until nearly sunrise, but this? ... this was over the top ... he hadn't just lost track of time - he'd disappeared into time, traveled thirty years into the future and back ! ... he blinks, trying to organize his thoughts, then stammers apologetically*



FLYNN : ... I'm sorry, ... it's- ... it's just that I've ...been pulling long hours, working on some programming ... last night I didn't even check my answering machine ...


*he pauses again, thoughts suddenly lurching ... // answering machine! Oh man! ... the pager ! ... it's gotta be the Grid ... bet Spark's worried ... I hope they're okay ... // ... ... now Flynn's head is reeling with concerns, and he can't tell Alan about any of it, at least not yet, because it would be too much of a burden on him, yet clearly his friend knows something's up ... Flynn's not sure what to do or say so instead he starts talking, trying to stall for time ... he steps away from the loft stairwell and walks toward the main room, hoping Alan will follow*



FLYNN: Okay. Alan. Buddy. You- ... you gotta hear this-... this idea I've been working on, ... it's for a new game and it's gonna blow all the others off the charts ... okay, ... so at first I was thinking some kind of space travel game, right? ...


*makes gesture like a rocket taking off as he's talking*


FLYNN: ...but then thought, naw, too similar to Space Paranoids, right? .... so then I came up with ...


*pauses, makes bugle sound*


FLYNN: ... ta-daa! ... Time travel! As in HG Wells, you know? ... And- ... okay so listen to this- ...




ALAN: *interrupts* ... FLYNN !!! ...




*Flynn stops abruptly, both eyebrows raised ... Alan just stares at him incredulously and then his eyes start to narrow ... he's less worried now, and more just ticked off - this is just Kevin's increasingly-typical space cadet behavior, albeit a bit more drastic than usual - and Alan doesn't have time for it, not today ... he looks at his watch, then crosses his arms again*




ALAN: No, ... YOU listen, rocket-man. I don't mean to blow your sales pitch, Flynn, ... but it's eight-fifteen ! Encom board meeting's in forty-five minutes, ... and, AS the CEO of Encom that means you're cordially invited. You've known about this for a month. I'm sure this new game idea of yours is terrific, and I'd be happy to hear about it, later, ... but how about for right now you throw on a suit and tie, and let's GO ??



*Flynn blinks, inwardly panicking ... // ... MAN!!... Board meeting ! ... I gotta be there ! // ... // But ... I can't leave Clu here ... but ... I can't just not go ! // ... ... round and round those thoughts go, until finally he just nods, acquiescing, because there isn't much choice*




FLYNN: Yeah, ... well, .... okay. 'Course, ...sure. But, ... naw, ... no tie.



*Alan rolls his eyes; exhales an exasperated sigh; nods*




ALAN : Fine. No tie. Whatever. Just, ... get it in gear, okay? ... You want to ride with me, or meet me there?



*Flynn's thoughts surge ... // meet him there ... yeah, that's-good-that's-good ! // ... // great idea ! ... that'll give me time to talk to Clu, and to try to reach the Grid ...// ... Flynn nods enthusiastically as he starts past Alan, heading for the stairs*




FLYNN: Meet ya there, okay ? ... first I gotta grab a shower, change clothes, close the place up, you know, ... all that, ... hey speakin' of which, lock up for me on your way out, wouldya' buddy ?



*Alan sighs again, shoving his hands into his pockets ... he watches as Flynn disappears around the corner to the stairwell, hears the soft clomp-clomp of tennis shoes hitting each of the wooden stairs as his friend jogs up the steps to the loft ... then Alan turns and walks across the main room of the arcade, retrieves his keys from his pocket and opens the front door*



*Flynn clears the top step and lopes quickly into the loft with giant steps ... Clu turns to face him, puzzled, and Flynn makes a silent “shh” gesture, then gives an apologetic half-smile as he leans across the couch ... he peers out from between two slats of the mini-blinds, watching as Alan locks the deadbolt of the front door, turns, walks toward his car ... ... and then Flynn exhales a sigh, flops down on the couch and runs a hand through his hair ... ...
... ... his thoughts scream at him now : // MAN !! ... How'd I get myself INTO this position ?? HOW ?!! // ... // That's Alan Bradley ! My best buddy ! He's...he's like my brother, 'guy I don't ever keep jack-squat from ! // ... // knows everything there is to know about me, ... even gonna be the godfather of my kid when its born,...and- ... here I am with a duplicate-freakin-ME up here, and I can't even tell him ? // ... // can't tell him about the Grid, Clu, Tron, Spark ... any of it ! And- aw man, ... // *


*he closes his eyes, stops the cascade of anxious thoughts, then wrenching the tennis shoes off his bare feet, he exhales with frustration ... he's exhausted, concerned about Clu, concerned about the Grid, and the last thing he wants to do is to leave here and go to Encom ... but he's got no choice ... he stands up, walks over to Clu, rests his hands on the sides of the former program's shoulders and for a second it's bizarre, now more like having an identical twin than ever ... he takes a deep breath, gives Clu a regretful look and pats one of his shoulders*




FLYNN : Okay, ... buddy ? I realize this may be the worst freakin timing in the history of the world, but, ... I'm gonna have to leave here in a few minutes and go to Encom. I have to ... it's part of my job. But don't worry, ... you'll be safe in here, the door'll be locked, and ... I'll be right back as soon as I can, I promise. Couple of hours, tops, okay ?



*Clu just looks at him baffled, but doesn't speak ... Flynn pats his shoulders, gives an apologetic look ... and then he vaults into action ... peeling off the dusty T-shirt and throwing it across to the corner he steps toward the door of the loft's tiny bathroom, then stops to rummage for a clean towel in the laundry basket*




FLYNN : Man, ... nothin' like landing thirty years back through time and hittin' the ground runnin'. Gotta' get ready fast, then we gotta figure out how we can get a message to the Grid. Buddy, ... 'know you probably got a million things you wanna ask me, and that's okay, ... I just gotta grab a quick shower ... so just- ... well, I'll be able to hear ya over the water ...


*grabbing a towel, Flynn disappears around the corner of the bathroom doorway ... in a few seconds there's the sound of the shower starting, then the sound of metal curtain-rings trilling along the metal shower bar ... then Flynn's voice calls out again*



FLYNN : Hey Clu ?? ... you okay ? ... talk to me, buddy, ...



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