INT. LINK & JO’S APARTMENT – EARLY EVENING

The apartment is warm, softly lit.

Children’s toys are scattered across the living room, the familiar chaos of home — a reminder that life has continued here, even as everything else shifted.

Jo steps inside quietly. She exhales a shaky breath.

LUNA
Mommy! 

She beams at Jo with pure, innocent joy.

Luna and Scout sit cross-legged on the floor with Eric, Link's dad, who is helping them sort through crayons and half-finished drawings.

Maureen appears from the kitchen, gentle concern already in her eyes.

MAUREEN
How is he?

Jo sets down her bag, trying to smile.

JO
He’s fine. But it’s hard on him.

Maureen nods knowingly.

MAUREEN
The kids made something for him.

She gestures toward the coffee table, where bright drawings with messy “DADDY” scribbles are spread out everywhere.

Luna looks up first, eyes hopeful.

LUNA
Mommy! Can you give our drawings to Daddy?

Jo kneels down beside them, smiling softly.

JO
Of course, sweetheart. 
He’s going to love them.

Scout crawls closer, tugging gently at her sleeve.

SCOUT
Can we call Daddy now?

Jo’s breath catches.
She forces a steady smile, trying not to let her voice tremble.

JO
Daddy’s… very tired right now.
His body is working really, really hard to get better.

Luna tilts her head, frowning.

LUNA
Is Daddy mad at us?

The question lands like a punch.

Jo pulls both kids into her arms at once.

JO
No. Never. 
Daddy loves you so much.
He just… he’s just very tired.

Scout leans against her, small and worried.

SCOUT
Will he be tired tomorrow?

Jo hesitates for just a second — a flicker of truth she tries to hide.

JO
We’ll try, okay?
I’ll give him your drawings.
They’ll make him really happy.

From behind them, Eric watches — a soft ache in his eyes.
He steps closer, crouching beside Jo so the kids can hear him too.

ERIC
Hey… your dad’s doing everything he can to get better.
And when he sees these?
He’s gonna feel stronger.
I promise.

Luna brightens, reassured by her grandpa’s calm tone.

LUNA
Okay!

Maureen exchanges a quiet, grateful look with Eric.

MAUREEN
Dinner’s almost ready.
Why don’t you two choose your favorite drawings, and we’ll put them in an envelope for Mommy to take to Daddy?

The kids brighten and scramble to choose their favorites.

Jo stands slowly, eyes glistening.

Maureen steps closer, lowers her voice.

MAUREEN
Jo…
This is hard for all of you.
If he’s not ready to call yet, that’s okay.
He’ll come around. 

Jo nods, swallowing hard.

JO
I know…
It’s just hard to see him hurt like this.

Eric joins them — steady, quiet strength.
Maureen places a steady hand on her arm.

ERIC
He’s tougher than he looks.
And he’s got you.
That makes all the difference.

Jo manages a small, fragile smile.

JO
Thank you.

Behind them, Luna holds up a drawing triumphantly.

LUNA
Mommy! This one! Daddy will like this one the best!

Jo wipes her eyes discreetly and turns to her daughter with a warm smile.

JO
He absolutely will.
Now — dinner please!

The kids race to the table, joyful, innocent.

Life is still happening here — vibrant and loud — while Link’s world sits on pause in a quiet hospital room.

FADE OUT.