Leo nodded. The orb showed them a memory: not theirs. A dying alien scout. A warning. "The pulse at the summit will erase every mind within a thousand miles. Stop it, or lose humanity."

And for the first time in three years, they held hands—and ran toward the thunder. Want me to turn this into a short script excerpt or a logline instead?

Witch Mountain loomed by midnight. The pulse was set to fire at dawn.

"You see it too?" Sara whispered.

The government called it a "classified atmospheric anomaly." Twelve-year-old Sara knew better. It was a distress signal.