the rover is a hundred meters away and moving fast towards camera. we boom down to reveal ares-8, still faithfully holding its point, like an irish setter, with its video snout
cote stands by a display screen mounted on the rover. kirov has a big radar gun on a tripod, pointing at the mountain. luke turns to cote.
cote and kirov are close to the foot of the mountain, resetting the radar gun on its tripod. the deep vibrating tone continues.
willis, cote, and kirov get the radar gun up and running.
luke watches the screen on the rover, as, by the mound.
luke, still staring in fascination, becomes aware of sand and pebbles flashing past his helmet. from behind. he turns.
luke and willis turn, running as hard as they can towards the rover. but the suction is so great, it's as if they're held back by wires.
moving angle, the camera exploring ground zero, as the bass, pulsing rumble continues.
the familiar, plucky little figure of ares-8 wheels across ocher sand, with the radar gun jury-rigged onto its back. ares' video snout whirrs out, extending. the familiar bass rumble of the face is very loud from here.