INT.FARMHOUSE BEDROOM - MORNING

A small, cosy bedroom in a modest surrounded by fields and barns catches the first light of the rising sun. 

As the Sunlight filters through tattered curtains, it illuminates JOHN’s 50 something year old, weathered and strong face as he lies in bed.

Suddenly, the shrill blare of an OLD ALARM CLOCK fills the room, jolting John awake. He groggily reaches out and slams his hand onto the clock, silencing the annoying noise, and slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes. He then swings his legs over the edge of the bed and slowly stands up. 

INT. FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN - MORNING

John walks over to a worn-out wooden table cluttered with papers, bills, and farming magazines. 

With a sense of routine, John, still groggy from sleep, walks over to the table, picking up a coffee pot from the middle and walks towards the kitchen. He makes himself a pot of coffee and pours it in a semi-clean mug. He takes a moment to inhale the rich aroma before making his way to the nearby chair. John carefully lowers himself onto the chair and takes a seat, cradling the warm mug in his hands. He leans back, closes his eyes, and enjoys a few peaceful moments as if he is waiting for the coffee to work. 

EXT. FARMHOUSE - FRONT YARD - MORNING

John emerges from the front door, fully awake and energised, whistling a cheery tune. His cheerfulness immediately changes into disbelief as he notices the empty field where his entire HERD OF SHEEP used to graze, now without a single sheep in sight. 

He runs a hand through his hair, trying to comprehend the bizarre situation, and calls for his dogs. 

JOHN: (voice trembling) 

Isla! Nessie! 

John runs towards the shearing shed. 

JOHN: (voice trembling) 

Nessie! Isla! 

EXT. FARM - SHEARING SHED - MORNING

John arrives at the shearing shed, sweat trickling down his forehead. His breath comes in ragged gasps as his eyes scan the area with a mix of dread and frustration. 

John grabs his mobile and dials frantically. However, the screen displays “NO SIGNAL.” He curses under his breath and runs towards the farmhouse.

INT. FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN - MORNING

John grabs his landline phone and dials again. The phone remains eerily silent, with no dial tone. He pounds the handset in frustration.

John is fidgety, pacing back and forth. He decides to go outside for answers, leaving the door wide open behind him.

EXT. FARM - FIELD - MORNING

John walks through the barren pasture, scanning the horizon anxiously. Suddenly, an UNNATURAL and PIERCING TONE fills the air. John clutches his ears, wincing in pain. His vision blurs, and he collapses, unconscious.

FADE OUT.