The wind screams off the North Sea, rattling the corrugated metal of the isolated observatory dome. Inside, DR. MIRIAM KAY (50s, sharp, exhausted) stares at a bank of monitors. Seismic data spools across the screens—not earthquakes. Something else. A rhythmic, low-frequency pulse.

You know her?

A floorboard creaks behind her.

Like a heartbeat.

She gasps, stumbles back. The image vanishes. Just static.