(I couldn't resist writing up a kind of descriptive screenplay thing for this.)
At first, there are scenes common to any airport. Planes take off and land, clouds run across the sky, people move from point A to point B – daily life in airports all across the globe.
As a guitar begins to play, the camera focuses in on a group of people, then moves closer to highlight the face of the departing loved one. It does this four times, for four different groups: a newlywed couple ensconced in a corner (the flight attendant); a man and wife, middle-aged, and their teenage son (the college freshman); three children clustered around a young couple (the businessman); and the final group, the largest group, made up of an elderly couple, a mother with a young child, and a man in uniform (the soldier).
Scene: the newlyweds, holding each other, kissing like they’ll never see the other one again.
Scene: the middle-aged couple are fussing over their son, who shuffles and glances around and looks like he’s torn between running for the plane and clinging to his parents forever.
Scene: the businessman kneels to say goodbye to his children, but this, at least, is slightly lighthearted – they’re used to Daddy’s work schedule by now, and they know he’ll bring them back something fantastic.
Scene: the soldier hugs his wife close, and she buries her face in his shoulder. He scoops his child into his arms and holds the both of them tightly.
A flight attendant behind the desk gets on the intercom. Though we cannot hear what she is saying, we can guess. Now boarding, she is saying. Time to go.
Scene: the businessman stands. He kisses his wife, ruffles his children’s hair, and turns to leave.
Scene: the college kid shuffles just a little more, hesitates, looking for people he might know. Satisfied, he gives each parent a quick hug, and dashes off before he can lose his nerve.
Scene: the soldier stands back and looks at his family. He salutes them all, but only his father echoes the gesture, and as the man walks away, his wife and mother hold each other and cry.
Scene: the newlyweds pull apart. They keep their hands linked as long as possible, still reaching out for each other, and as their fingers separate, the camera moves in on the wedding ring shining on the flight attendant’s finger.
Scene: the soldier is about to board the plane when he stops and turns. He takes one last look at his family, clustered together in their pride and grief and fear, and they look back – and then he turns, and is gone.
There is a single shot of a plane flying away.
Scene: the flight attendant’s husband, still in the airport, pulls out his phone and taps out a text: Miss you already. Love you.
Scene: the businessman’s wife adjusts the photograph of her husband that sits on a table in their home, and turns towards the children playing by her feet.
Scene: the middle-aged couple stands in what was clearly once their son’s room, now utterly empty. She covers her eyes with one hand, and he reaches out and takes the other hand in one of his..
Scene: a woman lies on her bed, curled around a picture of the soldier, crying quietly.
She is the last thing we see, as the camera pulls up and out and fades to black.
Created: Jul 27, 2010Document Media