Sand spirals across a flat and empty desert. TROY, our hero, rises over a sand dune. He removes the moisture synthesizer from his face and wipes the sweat off his brow. He reaches down and tugs at his side, removing a hip flask from his stillsuit. Feverishly, he uncorks the flask and tips it back. A transpledent stream falls into his mouth.
Troy smiles with refreshment, but suddenly his face cringes. He spits out the liquid and watches it evaporate immediately upon hitting the sand. He glares at the flask and brings it up to his nose. He sniffs.
SUPERIMPOSE: "Tanqueray...drink like a mentat, party like the Haderach"
A sandworm breeches a dune in the distance. Rising entirely out of the sand, it arches in the air and dives headfirst back into the dune.
Troy smiles with refreshment, but suddenly his face cringes. He spits out the liquid and watches it evaporate immediately upon hitting the sand. He glares at the flask and brings it up to his nose. He sniffs.
TROY
Tanqueray?
He shrugs, brings the bottle back to his lips, and chugs the flask. He tosses the empty container over his shoulder and trundles on in the direction of the rising sun.
EXT. Arrakis - Desert - Night
Troy's desiccated remains glimmer in the moonlight. His tattered stillsuit blows gently in the breeze.
A sandworm breeches a dune in the distance. Rising entirely out of the sand, it arches in the air and dives headfirst back into the dune.
FADE TO BLACK.
