SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE
INT. SPACESHIP'S KITCHEN
Dark, quiet, cold, frost hangs in the air.
INT. SPACESHIP'S OVEN
A thing inside pulsates, it is too dark to make out exactly what. It breathes rythmically - we notice a long tail.
THE OVEN'S CONTROLS
All of them are turned off - only the green LED digital clock is on. It says 6.59.
INT. RELAXATION ROOM
A clear plastic table. Two wine glasses sit half empty.
A video screen flickers but shows only noise.
Well that was crap.
JON stands up and moves towards the door.
A woman presses a button on the controllerdex and the screen goes blank.
She stands also.
INT. SHIP'S KITCHEN
The thing inside the oven moves. Its tail coils and turns - a python strangling its prey.
There is a hiss from the thing which is drowned out by the hiss of the
sliding automatic door.
The lights go on and the laminar flow air system instantly clears the mist.
The oven controls light up. The last flick of a tail is seen as the
thing moves to the back of the oven - ready to pounce.
A momentray blinding flash.
The oven door gently opens downwards and a tray slides out. The thing no longer moves.
JON picks up a bottle of sauce and picks up the tray.
I'll open another bottle..
|Baked Monkfish Tails
1 Monkfish Tail
Zest of a Lemon
Salt and Pepper
|Rhubarb, Ginger and Cinnamon Jam
1 Stalk Rhubarb
1 Slice Ginger
1/4 tsp Cinnamon
Juice 1/2 Lemon
1 tsp Cider Vinegar
2 Tbsp Dark Brown Sugar