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               EXT. RIVER

               Desmond quivers and tenses, looking nervously downstream.  He
               holds a heavy stick and tries to push the ramshackle wooden
               raft toward shore.  The raft is heavy with packs.

                                   DESMOND
                         RAPIDS!!!

               James pushes with his stick, too.  They slip toward shore,
               but not quickly enough.  They put both sticks in at the same
               spot and pry hard--both snap.  James and Desmond gulp,
               staring at the broken ends--and the raft's sucked into a dip
               in the river, shoved toward the rocky, flashing water.

                                   JAMES
                         What now?

               Desmond tosses away his broken stick.

                                   DESMOND
                         Trouble.

               EXT. RIVER, RAPIDS

               James and Desmond lie flat, straining to hold on as the raft
               slams back and forth, beginning to shake apart.  The raft
               hits a huge drop-off and free-falls.  James and Desmond shut
               their eyes and grab the raft tight.

                                   DESMOND
                         Oh, mercy--

               They splash down again, losing more raft, but bob around in
               the calmer water.  James warily opens one eye.  Desmond
               heaves but doesn't lose anything.

                                   DESMOND
                         I think I'm going to be sick
                         again...

                                   JAMES
                         You were chock full of nuts.  I
                         think your meter's on "E" now.

               They slip off the remains of the raft, into the water, and
               pull it toward shore.  James stretches and stumbles.

                                   DESMOND
                         You look as bad as I feel.

                                   JAMES
                         I just need a nap.  Rough day.

                                   DESMOND
                         Get out of the water first, you--

               James woozily trips and belly-flops into the water.  Desmond
               startles and drags him up the riverbank, slapping his face
               and shaking his shoulders.  James sputters and snores.

                                   DESMOND (CONT'D)
                         Well, I never!  He's out cold!

               INT. ANIMAL RESEARCH CENTER, LAB

               Oglesby returns Sarah to her cage, asleep.  Wires trail from
               her head out of the cage.  Oglesby lays aside a hypo.

                                   DR. OGLESBY (O.S.)
                         Pleasant dreams.

               She reaches for Sylvie.  Sarah twitches in her sleep.

                                   TED (O.S.)
                         We sure get weird readings on these
                         animals.

               Ted holds up a chart with squiggly lines, tracing them.  Dr.
               Oglesby picks up a hypo and heads for #12's cage.

                                   DR. OGLESBY (CONT'D)
                         They are affecting each other
                         somehow.  Hmph.  I'd say telepathy
                         if I believed in it.

               #12 calmly sticks out a leg and Dr. Oglesby gives him the
               injection.  He relaxes as she clips a long wire to the wires
               on his head.

                                   #12
                             (very quietly)
                         Thank you, Lila.

               Dr. Oglesby doesn't hear, but she shivers, wiping her hands
               as she walks away.

                                   DR. OGLESBY
                         That always freaks me out.

               EXT. ICE PLAINS

               The gold ring from Desmond's workshop falls and bounces on
               ice, spiraling flat.  James fades in, paw covering it.  He
               sits by a pillar of ice.  He picks the ring up, shrugs, and
               puts it in his pocket.  He puts his paw out to lean against
               the pillar, and tumbles through.  He stands quickly and backs
               away from it.  He says something in surprise, but no sound
               comes out.  He clutches his throat.  He puts a paw into the
               pillar and yanks it out, grimacing.  He rubs it and looks
               over the vast plain of pillars, connected halfway up by thin
               ice-bridges.  A deep-blue sea washes a frozen shore.  James
               eyes a thin column of smoke and starts walking.

               Sarah opens her eyes and sits up, on an icy hillside.  The
               wires are gone.  The lab is gone.  The glimmering network of
               bridges stretches out below.  Snow whips by and Sarah
               shivers.

                                   SARAH
                         H-hello?  Anybody here?

               Sylvie taps Sarah on the shoulder.  Sarah shrieks, then
               breathes heavily, paw on heart.

                                   SYLVIE
                         Sorry.  Never freeze in here.  Just
                         run.

                                   SARAH
                         Where's "in here"?

               Sylvie taps Sarah's forehead.

                                   SARAH (CONT'D)
                         You mean--this is just a dream? 
                         But it feels so real!  And why are
                         you here?

                                   SYLVIE
                         Partners, remember?  But we've got
                         ugly company.

               Veck fades in and stammers in shock, rage, and confusion.

                                   VECK
                         It's you.  What is this?

                                   SYLVIE
                         A dream.  And remember the cuddly
                         kittycat from the lab?

               Stomping away, Veck waves her off.  Sylvie slaps Sarah's arm.

                                   SARAH
                         Ow!  What was that for?

                                   SYLVIE
                         Reality check.  If Number Twelve
                         gets his teeth on you, it will
                         hurt.

               Veck screams in holy terror, off-screen, and both ferrets
               cringe.

                                   SYLVIE
                         That's our cue--Amscray, pronto!

               They slip toward the ice bridges below.  Veck comes crashing
               behind them.  He barely notices the two, and pushes past.

                                   VECK
                         Get out of my way!

               A much larger figure suddenly looms out of a snow flurry. 
               Sarah, Sylvie, and Veck freeze.  It's #12.  His eyes sparkle,
               his ears fold back, and his long dagger teeth show.  His is
               the voice of the predator speaking to its prey.

                                   #12
                         So, Oglesby has wired up new toys
                         for me.  Run, toys.

               They scatter as #12 pounces.  He swipes at Sarah but misses
               and slides into a snowbank.  Sylvie pops out from behind it.

                                   SYLVIE
                         This way!

               The others follow closely.  #12 pulls out of the snow.

                                   #12
                         Sylvie, when will you realize
                         there's no point in keeping my new
                         toys away?  I catch them soon
                         enough.

               They enter a maze of thin ice pillars.  Veck crashes into
               one.  The thin, pointed tip shatters off and falls, nearly
               skewering Sarah.  #12 smashes pillars, chipping toward them.

                                   #12 (CONT'D)
                         Sticky situation, hmm?

               Sarah wrenches the sliver of ice free and pitches it.  It
               hits #12's eye dead-center--he claws at his face and mewls.

                                   SYLVIE
                         Good shot, kid!  Who taught you
                         that?

               Sarah gasps and sees James in her mind's eye, guiding her arm
               in a perfect arc and sending a stone across the pond.

                                   SARAH
                         I--I forget.

               #12 crashes through the remaining pillars as everyone
               scrambles onto an ice bridge, Veck at the rear.

                                   #12
                         You'll pay for that!  You worthless
                         little...

               His words become a scream as he jumps and lands behind the
               runners on the bridge, crashing through it and knocking it
               half away.  He tumbles to the ice below, stunned, but picks
               himself up.  The cracked half-bridge quivers and snaps under
               the runners. Veck stumbles, sprawled out on the ice.  Sarah
               tries to help but he shoves her away.  Sarah skitters away
               ahead and joins Sylvie, safe on thicker ice around a pillar.

                                   SARAH
                         He'd rather die than let us help!

                                   SYLVIE
                         Big surprise.

               The bridge cracks and tilts out from under Veck.  He grabs
               the jagged edge jutting out from the pillar.  The others help
               him up, though he pushes them away again.

                                   VECK
                         I'm cold.  I just want to wake up--

               Sarah points to higher ice.  Veck shivers and huddles as the
               others start off.

                                   SARAH
                         I thought I saw smoke.  We'll come
                         back for you if we find anything--

                                   VECK
                         You won't find anything and won't
                         come back.

                                   SYLVIE
                         That's the spirit...

               Halfway up, Sarah's caught in a crosswind and hangs on tight,
               shielding her face from a snow flurry.  She looks up again--a
               dark streak slides toward them from on high.

                                   SARAH
                         Back down!  Quick!

                                   SYLVIE
                         You're kidding!

               They backpedal.  The furry slider above, in a parka, falls
               and slides on his stomach.  He reaches over his shoulder,
               pulls a pick-like axe from a sling, and slams it into--the
               ice.  He whips around.  Sarah and Sylvie rejoin Veck.  The
               hooded figure wrenches the axe out and approaches--but gets a
               catch in his neck and pops it with one arm.

                                   SARAH
                         Who always did that?

               Veck rises, joints stiff.

                                   VECK
                         Come at me with an axe, eh?  Fight
                         like a--like whatever you are--

                                   HOODED FIGURE
                         What?  I can't hear much with this
                         on.  Oh, the axe.

               He drops it, then unlaces and throws back his hood.  Veck's
               jaw drops.

                                   VECK
                         Christopher? Impossible!

                                   SARAH
                         You look so familiar.  Have we met?

               Christopher raises an eyebrow and bows grandly.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Wish I could say so.  I don't 
                         remember much.  Just this place.

                                   VECK
                         You can't be!  You died, they said
                         you died!

               Veck springs clumsily and misses as Christopher sidesteps.

                                   SARAH
                         Veck!  Stop!

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         You're wasting precious body heat.

                                   VECK
                         Shut up!  You're just another piece
                         of this nightmare!

               Veck trips on the axe, sending it spinning.  It clatters onto
               a narrow ledge below the bridge.  Christopher snags a chunk
               of ice and dances away from Veck.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         I'm a figment of your imagination? 
                         This shouldn't hurt, then.

               He hurls the ice and it twists Veck's head around.  Veck
               staggers toward him.  Sarah scrambles after the axe.  Sylvie
               follows her.  Sarah reaches for the axe, pawtips brushing it.

                                   SARAH
                         Hold my feet!

               She slides down, Sylvie straining at her ankles, and grabs
               the axe.  Veck leaps at Christopher but careens into Sylvie. 
               She's knocked off the bridge, holding onto Sarah, who slams
               the axe into the ledge.  Sylvie hangs on as they crash
               against the bridge.

                                   VECK
                         You should have stayed dead!

               Veck swings at Christopher but hits the pillar--he howls and
               clutches his paw.  Christopher pauses, catching his breath.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         What's all this "dead" business,
                         huh?  You must have me mixed up
                         with someone else!

               Sarah makes it to the ledge, wrenches the axe out, chops into
               the ice higher up, and pulls Sylvie up.

                                   SARAH
                         I'll be back.

               She climbs, taking the axe.  Sylvie pounds a fist on the
               bridge.

                                   SYLVIE
                         Gee, thanks.  I'll be a ferret
                         sicle by then.

               Veck backhands Christopher, knocking him nearly off the sheer
               icy edge--he dangles there as Veck stomps at his paws.

                                   VECK
                         How does it feel, Christopher?  It
                         was like this at the waterfall. 
                         Now it's your turn.  Again!

               Sarah rises up behind him and clobbers him with the axe
               handle--he crumples as she drops the axe, panting.  She helps
               Christopher up and they brush snow off each other.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Thank you.  What a nasty travelling
                         companion.

               He shoves Veck with one boot.  Veck groans but doesn't move.

                                   CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
                         Darn, you didn't kill him.  Let's
                         get your friend.

               They pull Sylvie up.  Christopher removes his parka and wraps
               up Veck.  Sylvie grins.

                                   SYLVIE
                         Yes!  Who cleaned his clock?

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         This lovely and resourceful lady-
                         um...

               Sarah manages a blush through the cold.

                                   SARAH
                         I'm Sarah.

                                   SYLVIE
                         And I'm Sylvie--not that you
                         asked...

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Sorry.  Well, Sarah and Sylvie-
                         we'll have to drag him.

               EXT. CABIN

               They drag Veck toward a driftwood shack against a pillar.  A
               large sled rests against one side.  Smoke rises from a
               chimney.

               INT. CABIN

               Warm, cozy and quiet.  Christopher slams the door open and
               wind rushes in.  The others drag Veck in.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Rachel, I'm back!  Where are you?
                         (Not that she'd hear me...)

               Sylvie drops Veck.  He bounces on the floor and groans.

                                   SYLVIE
                             (shocked)
                         Did you say Rachel?

               Someone shrieks, pelting them with a barrage of bric-a-brac.

                                   SARAH
                         Well, honestly.  That's no way to
                         treat visitors!

               A terrified ferret, about Brian and Katie's age, peers around
               a battered trunk.  A bite is missing from one of her ears.

                                   RACHEL
                         Mama?  MAMA!

               She rushes to Sylvie--they hug, sobbing.  Christopher and
               Sarah comfort them.

                                   SYLVIE
                         They took her away.  Oh, it's been
                         so long.

                                   RACHEL
                         Mama, don't let him get me!

               Rachel sniffles and looks around jumpily, checking corners.

                                   SYLVIE
                         "Him" who?

                                   RACHEL
                             (pointing)
                         HIM!

               Sarah gasps as James strides closer, reaching out.  Everyone
               hefts Veck away from the door--Sylvie slams it, bars it, and
               presses against it, but James strides straight through it and
               Sylvie, leaving a sparkle of frost on both.  Sylvie shudders-
               James winces and stumbles.

                                   SYLVIE
                         That's cold.  That's really cold.

               James sees Christopher and mouths his name, smiling.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         I'm sure popular today.

                                   RACHEL
                         Go away!

               She vaults into the trunk, holding the lid open a crack. 
               Sylvie backs against the trunk, baring her teeth.  James
               turns to Sarah, who shrinks away.  James sighs and gestures
               at himself.

                                   RACHEL
                         Is he safe?

               James crouches and holds out a paw.  Rachel inches out, edges
               around Sylvie, and puts her paw through James's.  James'
               touch silvers her fur with ice.  James bites his lip.

                                   RACHEL (CONT'D)
                         Brr!  You're made out of cold!

               She retreats towards the fire as James clenches his paw in
               pain.  Sylvie follows and warms herself, holding Rachel.

                                   SYLVIE
                         Sure gave me the chills.  But I
                         don't think it's on purpose.

               James glares at her and shakes a fist, but nods.  He shuts
               his eyes and begins signing.  Rachel understands and grins.

                                   RACHEL
                         Hey, sign language!  Maybe he's
                         deaf like me!

               James points at her and makes the sign for "deaf"--she nods
               and signs back, and he signs more quickly.  Rachel giggles.

                                   RACHEL (CONT'D)
                         Slow down, it looks like you're
                         trying to fly away.  He wants to
                         know where he is.

                                   SARAH
                         We're at a laboratory, hooked up to
                         a bunch of wires.  This is an
                         experiment.

               Christopher frowns.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Experiment?  Did I miss something
                         again?

               James frantically signs and points.  Veck flings off the
               parka, wobbles to his feet, and holds his head, groaning.

                                   VECK
                         Everyone I hate, in one room. 
                         Convenient.

               James silently warns Sarah back as Veck advances on
               Christopher.

                                   RACHEL
                         Don't you hurt him!

               James pulls a pocketknife out of a shirt pocket, flicks it
               open, and steps in Veck's way.  He takes a fighting stance
               and winks at Sarah.  Veck rushes James, who sidesteps.

                                   VECK
                         Nothing to say?  You won't be so
                         quiet when I rip your heart out!

               James gestures--"just try it."  Veck rushes straight through
               him and smacks his head on a low ceiling beam.  Veck topples,
               his fur icy, and the shack shakes.  James winces, but wipes
               imaginary dust off.  Sarah clasps her paws together and
               laughs.

                                   SARAH
                         I know you, I'm sure I do.  From
                         somewhere I've lost.

               James frowns.  The shack shakes again.

                                   SYLVIE
                         Did he knock us loose?

                                   SARAH
                         Not even Veck's head is that hard.

               James crouches, takes a deep breath, and sticks his head
               through the floor.  Rachel shrieks and grabs Sylvie.  James
               opens his watering eyes--#12 slams into the pillar below. 
               James pulls back up, paws moving quickly.

                                   RACHEL
                         The cat's down there!

               The shack shifts and tilts.  Christopher grabs a pile of
               ragged, patched blankets.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         We've got a ride to catch.

               EXT. ICE PLAINS

               The adult ferrets push the sail-sled, mast raised, up a
               gently rising ice bridge.  James glances back nervously at
               the cabin on the quivering platform.  The wind lashes them. 
               Bundled on the sled are Veck (out cold) and Rachel.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Great, you've brought a monster to
                         tear down my house.

                                   SARAH
                         Oh, I'm sorry.  Should we come back
                         at a better time?  Let you tidy up
                         a bit, put some tea on?

                                   SYLVIE
                         You two act like a married couple.

               The platform below cracks and the cabin comes apart.  They're
               at the brink of a huge hill.  As the sled's about to tip
               over, Christopher throws a lever.  Spiky brakes bite into the
               ice.  James gestures ahead, frantic.  Cracks race up the
               bridge behind.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Trust me!  I know what I'm doing--I
                         think...

               He ties everyone else in securely.  James tries to step onto
               the sled.  He steps through it and pulls away, frustrated. 
               Christopher ties himself in.

                                   CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
                         Sorry, Ghost Guy. Sarah, Sylvie,
                         take those lines--pull 'em when I
                         say so.  Stay down, Rachel.

               He wraps an arm around a line and pulls the brake release. 
               Sarah gasps, and Rachel screams, as the sled plummets. 
               Chunks of ice fly as the bridge collapses behind them.  James
               falls.

                                   RACHEL
                         Lemme off!  Lemme off!

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Sorry, no stops!

               As the bridge levels out, Christopher tenses on the line.

                                   CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
                         Pull!

               The sledders pull hard at the lines, bringing the sail up. 
               They lurch and rocket forward, sail billowing.

               Rachel looks down--#12 is following.  A pillar smashes a
               nearby bridge.  Sylvie shields Rachel from the spray of ice.

                                   SYLVIE
                         Trouble!

                                   SARAH
                         It's coming apart!

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         And it's coming down!  Pull!

               They do--the sled hops a bump, skewing.  All around, pillars
               and bridges jumble, spraying slivers of ice.  One hits
               Sarah's wrist and knocks her line away as she cries out.  She
               grabs after it as the sled skews.  A huge gap in the bridge
               yawns ahead.  Sarah grabs the line, gasps and points.

                                   CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
                         I see it.  Hold on!

               He wraps his line around an arm a few times.

                                   SYLVIE
                         Looks like a bridge too far--

               There's a bridge far below, off to the left.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Pull on three, Sarah.  Just you.

                                   SARAH
                         I--

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Don't think, just do.  One--

               The crevasse looms.

                                   CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
                         --two--

               Sarah trembles, opening and closing her paw over the line.

                                   CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
                         --three!

               Sarah throws her weight back and the sled flies off at a
               tilt, sailing down and left.  Rachel shrieks.  Veck opens his
               eyes.

                                   SARAH
                         Never look down, never look down...

                                   VECK
                         Mother...

               They hit, hard, scrape along one side of the bridge, but
               fight the sled upright.  The bridge ripples badly; their
               speech warbles.  Veck thrashes, frothing at Christopher.

                                   VECK (CONT'D)
                         What are you doing in my dream? 
                         You're dead!

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Be good or I'll have Sarah knock
                         you out again.

               He and Sarah grin at each other.

                                   RACHEL
                         L-let's f-f-find a smumumoother
                         buhbuhbridge.

                                   SYLVIE
                         One that isn't so close to him.

               Their short flight's put them much closer to #12.

                                   SARAH
                         He'll cut us off!

                                   VECK
                         I'll cut you off.  What the
                         blazes...

                                   RACHEL
                         Hey, look!  James made it!

               James cuts out from beneath a bridge, and #12 whirls.  James
               bows sarcastically and zips ahead.  He leads #12 away,
               cutting around falling ice.  A chunk sideswipes #12, but he
               leaps to his feet.

                                   #12
                         Where'd you come from?  You'll
                         never get away on foot!

               James makes a quick sign that looks rude, and glances back.
               The sledders reach an "exit ramp" leading down to clear ice. 
               James grins, but runs straight through a pillar.  He winces,
               stumbles, and turns to shrug at #12, who skids to a halt.

                                   #12 (CONT'D)
                         You should have told me.  Can't eat
                         ghosts.

               He turns, but James sinks his icy arms deep into #12's leg.

                                   #12 (CONT'D)
                         Get off of me!  Agh!

               He wrenches away, cold muscles locking.  He rakes his claws
               through James, who doubles up in pain but goes after him
               again.

               The sledders pick up speed and glide across the smooth ice.

                                   SARAH
                         James certainly is a brave ghost-
                         taking on that monster--

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Thanks to him we're back on solid--

               Crunch.  Crackle.

                                   CHRISTOPHER (CONT'D)
                         --ice?

               The world shifts violently.

                                   RACHEL
                         I don't feel good...

               The entire ice field ripples and cracks.

                                   VECK
                         You've steered us onto an iceberg,
                         idiots!

               They streak toward the edge of the floating chunk of ice. 
               Boulders of ice careen off each other, splintering and
               spraying.  Christopher throws his weight to the side, skewing
               the sled.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Let up on the lines!

               They do, and the sail goes slack.  The sled skids to a halt
               and Christopher throws the brakes--their spikes dig deep.

                                   SYLVIE
                         Anyone else here feel like they're
                         stuck in a really bad video game?

               The iceberg edge cracks off and everyone pulls on their lines
               in surprise.  The sail comes back up as they drop, locked
               onto the ice.  They splash down, drenched as their little
               iceberg dips and jerks forward.  Rachel chokes and coughs. 
               Sylvie pounds on her back.

                                   VECK
                         I can't take it!  Wake up, wake
                         up...

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Shut up. Is he always like this?

               A SLAM! rocks them--just ahead, two icebergs bounce apart.

                                   RACHEL
                         Watch out!

               Sylvie pulls--they veer through a temporary, tiny gap.

                                                       CUT TO:

               #12 leaping icebergs.  James catches up and #12 slashes at
               him.  This time, James recoils and bleeds from light cuts on
               his chest.  He touches them and gulps--this is a problem.

                                   #12
                         Why won't you lay down and die?!

               He lashes again at James, who falls and screams in silent
               agony.  #12 sees the sledders below and pauses in mid-swing.

                                   #12 (CONT'D)
                         I'll deal with you in good time. 
                         They're quicker.

               Roaring, he launches himself off the iceberg.

                                                       CUT TO:

               Christopher, who looks up to see #12 plummeting, claws out.

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         Incoming!

               #12 splashes down, plowing toward them.  Two icebergs just
               ahead drift closer together, gathering momentum.

                                   VECK
                         We're dead, we're dead!

                                   CHRISTOPHER
                         There's not enough wind down here!

               Rachel blows at the sail.  #12 snags the little iceberg and
               pulls himself up, but James cannonballs straight through him. 
               #12 screams as sudden frost crackles through his wet fur. 
               James rises out of the water and freezes him to the ice
               quicker than he can rip loose.  The icebergs ahead drift
               closer, the icebound sled now between them. James points,
               silently saying 'GO!!'  Sarah shoves the brake lever and the
               sled water-skis bumpily away from the little iceberg.  #12
               yowls.  The sled slips past the icebergs, free and clear.

                                   SARAH
                         I hope I see you again, James!

               Sarah's POV.  James signs quickly.

                                   RACHEL
                         He says to count on it.

               The other sledders (except for Veck) hug Rachel.

               #12 writhes, encrusted with ice.

                                   #12
                         James, is it?  I promise you this-
                         I'll kill you slow.

               James waves goodbye to #12, fading.  The ring shows through
               his pocket, finally hovering alone.  It flashes and is gone.

               #12 looks up at less and less sky.  The icebergs smash
               together.
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