FADE IN:

      EXT. BABYLON 5: A new shot, closer,
      emphasizing the darkness of the station
      in eclipse.

      INT. DELENN'S QUARTERS - BEDROOM

      Sheridan is in bed, alone as we will
      discover in a moment. He rolls over,
      stirring, and we SHOOT PAST HIM to the
      doors, where we SEE a single flickering
      light through the translucent glass.
      He sits up.

      INT. DELENN'S QUARTERS - FRONT ROOM

      REVERSING past Delenn to the bedroom doors.
      She is seated on the floor, a single candle
      burning before her, the flame halfway down
      it, praying or meditating as the doors open
      and Sheridan stands in the opening. His voice
      is quiet.


      SHERIDAN: Delenn...? Are you all right?


      She nods, distantly, not taking her eyes
      off the candle.


      SHERIDAN: You should sleep. It'll be morning
                soon. You'll need all your strength
                for what's ahead.


      She nods again, but doesn't move. He gives
      it a BEAT, knowing she is in a place where
      he can never reach her, then goes back into
      the bedroom, leaving the door open.
      We PUSH IN SLOWLY on Delenn's face

      TIME-CUT - HER QUARTERS - LATER - ON THE CANDLE

      The fragile, guttering flame has now burned
      three-fourths of the way down. As we slowly
      PAN UP to Delenn's face, not having moved in
      all this time, we become aware of the SOUND
      of the shower running. She doesn't note it,
      until it stops. Then there's a BEAT and she
      looks up toward

      ANGLE - THE BEDROOM

      Still mainly dark, suggesting pre-dawn,
      mainly just the light spilling from the
      bathroom entrance as Sheridan comes out in
      a robe, toweling his hair. His manner here
      is sober, almost somber. He's trying to
      keep this normal, but knows that this is
      going to be a difficult and momentous day.
      The more we can set that tone here, the
      better.


      SHERIDAN: It's... all yours.


      She nods, distantly. WIDEN as he goes to
      the bed and sits. He pulls on one slipper,
      puts his foot down, and picks up the other
      slipper... and just sort of stops. He
      doesn't want to put it on. He doesn't want
      this day to come. He doesn't want to do what
      he knows he's going to have to do. The
      slipper just dangles from his fingers, the
      strings cut. Delenn gets up, approaches and
      sits next to him, both with that faraway,
      haunted look. She touches his back, and
      leans against his shoulder for a moment,
      both taking comfort and strength in the
      momentary contact. Then she gets up and
      moves into the bathroom, the robe sliding
      off her shoulders as she steps OS.

      A BEAT, and Sheridan finds the wherewithal
      to put on the other slipper... and sits
      there momentarily as we HEAR the VO SOUND
      of a GAVEL POUNDING, and the VO SOUND of
      the council, along with:


      SHERIDAN: There comes a moment, in all of
        (VO)    our lives, when we have to do
                something we'd rather not do.
                When we know something we'd rather
                not know. This is one such moment.


      He stands and moves OS.