SARAH'S CELL: She is shackled, hands and feet, to the bed. Sunlight falls across her pale face. A hand enter frame, gently stroking her cheek.
She wakes up to see -- Kyle Reese. Sitting on the edge of her bed, looking exactly the same as we last saw him in 1984. Scruffy blonde hair and a long raincoat.
SARAH: Kyle..? You're dead.
He gives her a gentle smile.
REESE: I know. This is a dream, Sarah.
SARAH: Oh. Yeah. They... make me take this stuff...
He puts a finger to her lips. Then silently unfastens her restraints. They gaze into each other's eyes. And in the look that his death and the horror she has been through since hasn't touched their love at all.
SARAH: Hold me.
She melts into Reese's arms. Pulls him to her.
REESE: I love you. I always will.
SARAH: Oh, God... Kyle. I need you so much.
She kisses him passionately. They are locked together in a timeless moment. Sarah buries her face in his shoulder. She shuts her eyes tight. Stay on Sarah as Reese speaks. His voice is strangely cold.
REESE (O.S.): Where's John, Sarah?
Sarah opens her eyes and he is no longer in her arms. He is standing across the room. Pinning her with an accusing gaze.
SARAH: They took him from me.
REESE: It's John who's the target now. You have to protect him. He's wide open.
SARAH: I know!
REESE: Don't quit, Sarah. Our son needs you.
SARAH (struggling not to cry): I know, but I'm not as strong as I'm supposed to be. I can't do it. I'm screwing up the mission.
REESE: Remember the message... the future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.
He turns toward the door.
SARAH: Kyle, don't go!
REESE (turning back to her): There's not much time left in the world, Sarah.
Reese goes out the door. Sarah jumps from the bed, frantic. Yanks the door open.
In the corridor, Sarah staggers from her cell. Reese is already, impossibly, a hundred feet away, striding down the dim corridor. A silhouette in a long coat, disappearing around a corner. Sarah runs after him, her bare feet slapping the cold linoleum. Her hospital gown floats out behind her as she dream-runs along the seemingly infinite corridor.
She reaches the corner, slides around it, and... Slams right into the arms of Douglas and his three helpers. They grab her as she struggles and screams. Then Silberman is there, smiling soothingly. They force her down and she is pinned to the floor, screaming. A new figure approaches... one even more menacing. Terminator walks toward her, with heavy measured steps.
Backlit, eyes concealed by the sunglasses, it stands over her like the angel of death itself. It reaches down and... Takes her hand. Lifts her up. Leads her to a door. They go through together. Emerging into... a beautiful sunlight morning. Children are playing nearby... sliding down slides, clambering through a jungle gym. Sarah knows this dream ... it's the worst of all her nightmares.
She starts to scream but no sound comes out. The sky explodes into white light. Everything is seared by the unholy glare, hotter than a thousand suns. The children ignite like match heads. Sarah is burning, screaming silently, everything silent and overexposed. Terminator's flesh and clothing are burning, silently. It grips her hand, Virgil to her Dante in this tour of the nuclear-age Inferno.
The blast wave hits... a near-solid wall of compressed air followed by 250-mph winds. The children, charcoal statues frozen in positions of play, explode into black leaves of ash and swirl away. Sound hits now, with a thunderous roar. Sarah's scream merges with the howl of the wind as the blast hits her, exploding the flesh from her bones. Beside her, Terminator is stripped of its burnt flesh, becoming a smoking skeleton of steel.
Then she wake ups... in her cell, shackled to the bed. Sunlight hurts her eyes. She looks desperate and defeated. She knows the war is coming. It visits her every time she closes her eyes. Lost and alone, Sarah feels all hope recede for herself and for humanity.