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<Tony's Bedroom>

<In the White City the citizens are running from the all evil forces as the enemies circle the city. Soldiers are defending the gates. All is in chaos.>

<Gandalf and Tony are trapped in his room as men batter at the door. The door splinters. Tony looks up at Gandalf.>

Tony: I didn't think it would end this way.

Gandalf: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.

<Tony listens, watching Gandalf.>

Gandalf: The grey rain, curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass.

<Tony smiles slightly.>

Gandalf: And then you see it . . .

Tony: What, Gandalf? See what?

Gandalf: White shores.

<Gandalf glances down at Tony.>

Gandalf: And beyond . . . a far green country, under a swift sunrise.

<They both smile.>

Tony: Well, that isn't so bad.

Gandalf: No. No, it isn't.

<Gandalf's words comfort Tony. The door begins to break. Gandalf gives Tony a reassuring nod. Tony grips his sword and closes his eyes.>