SETTING:
A dimly-lit public house, where everything is made of whiskey-stained wood. The bar is an island or penninsula, with patrons on at least three sides and racks of upside-down glassware overhead.
PAGE 1
1/1 WIDE-NARRATOR’S POV
The narrator brings a glass of beer down from his mouth towards the bartop; his face is not seen, though his speech indicates that he’s a bit drun. The bartender is cleaning glasses. Seated on a different side of the bar from Cain is ADAM NG, an Asian male, about 26 years old. A Grad student at MIT, Adam is wearing a striped sweater or possibly a polo and looks like he’s been here for a while, drowning himself in a glass. The rest of the bar is populated by regulars/townies and a group of Adam’s peers, all wrapped up in celebration. A “Congratulations” banner hangs across the ceiling over a large booth.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
So this is then.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Now. Whatever.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
This is...what’d you call this?
1/2 MEDIUM CLOSE
The bartender looks up at the narrator with a baffled, incredulous expression tinged with a slight hint of annoyance. He is still cleaning glasses.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Despite a few changes in its archaic aesthetic, it’s really not much different when I’m from.
BARTENDER
Guinness.
1/3 CLOSE
The Narrator holds the glass up to his eye, observing its deep opaqueness and creamy head. For the most part, the glass obscures his face.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
People don’t change. Not really, anyway.
BARTENDER
Where’d you say you were from again?
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
There’s a comforting consistency in the way that people interact, no matter when or where you go.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
Where?
1/4
Close on Adam Ng, moping, completely oblivious that he is the focal point. Cain and the Bartender continue their conversation in the background, unnoticed. The Narrator’s face is still somewhat obscured and/or lacking in detail.
NARRATOR
Around. I guess.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
Gulp
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
Guinness. Huh. Wish they still made this stuff. Don’t know why they’d ever stop.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Adam Ng might be the smartest guy in his class, though he’s far from the top.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
By the fall of his sophomore year, he was the TA for a seminar class in Nonlinear Optics.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Now?
1/5 CLOSE
Adam sits up drowsily and tries to get the bartender’s attention for another drink. JAE, one of Adam’s peers, comes up behind him. Jae is much more hip and fashionable than Adam.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Supersymmetry.
JAE
C’mon, man. Hang out with us over here for a while. What, are you gonna spend the whole damn night hunched on a bar stool?
PAGE 2
2/1 MEDIUM WIDE-TWO SHOT
Jae helps Adam off his stool and drags him begrudgingly to join the rest of the group beneath the “Congratulations!” sign.
JAE
Hey--I’ll even buy you a drink. You deserve it, after all. Hey, sound good? Hey! Adam?
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
They’re celebrating the culmination of a directed study project that they’ve been working on for over a year now. Adam actually came up with the idea while he was still an undergrad.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Together, they organized the First Annual Time Traveler’s Convention.
2/2 SAME ANGLE
Jae and Adam look up or squint or shield their eyes as a blinding light from outside bursts through the windows and consumes the inside of the bar.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
They advertised the event by slipping invitations into time capsules, library books, and anything else they think of, in hopes that they might be found by the technologically savvy denizens of a future time.
2/3 SAME ANGLE
The bright light subsides; Adam and Jae look on as their pupils adjust to the sudden change.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Everything went smoothly and according to plan--there were lecturers from across the globe, bikini-clad models wearing fake Vulcan ears, and all the best food that the early aughts could offer--but there was still something missing. There was one minor detail that went overlooked:
2/4
The bottom half of the page reveals a man in futuristic garments entering the bar, with parking lot flood lights spilling in behind him; this is CAIN. His clothes should be fashionable, functional, and realistic as far as futuristic garments are concerned, but they should also be somewhat on-the-nose and stereotypical: an aluminum-looking jumpsuit with racing stripes the side, etc. It should be clear that he is from the future, or at least that he’s supposed to be; if one were to cast doubt on him because of his attire, it would be a valid argument.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
There were no time travelers.
CAIN
Uh, hey.
CAIN (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Am I late?
CAIN (SMALLER) (CONT’D)
Dammit.
PAGE 3
3/1 CLOSE
The Narrator takes another drink from his glass.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Right on time.
3/2 SAME ANGLE
The Narrator wipes his mouth after putting the glass down.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Well, relatively speaking.
JAE (O.S.)
Can I help you?
3/3 MEDIUM TWO-SHOT
Jae approaches Cain, offering help; Adam is nearby, disgruntled and clearly not amused by the stunt. Cain wears something on his wrist that is blinking wildly.
CAIN
Yeah. I came for the time travelers’ convention?
CAIN (CONT’D)
(Wow, this is embarrassing)
JAE
Sorry, man. That ended a few hours ago.
3/4 MEDIUM
Cain recoils in frustration and looks to the device on his wrist. Jae is curious and looks on, trying to help, but Adam throws his hands up, completely over the whole thing.
CAIN
Dammit!
JAE
Did you travel far, or...?
CAIN
Yeah. Right.
CAIN (CONT’D)
It’s this stupid thing. Never works how or when I want it to.
ADAM (SMALL)
I can’t believe this.
JAE
What is that thing?
PAGE 4
4/1 CLOSE
The Narrator looks at his own wrist, which sports a device that is remarkably similar to Cain’s. It, too, is blinking and beeping frantically.
CAIN (O.S.)
It’s a Tachyon Compression Gauge
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
You are such an idiot.
CAIN (O.S.)
When it works, at least.
CAIN (O.S.) (CONT’D)
It’s supposed to read and monitor stringent and derivative particles in divergent timelines . Or something like that, I don’t know.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Now or then. Doesn’t matter.
4/2 MEDIUM CLOSE
Cain hits the device on his wrist, hoping it will work.
CAIN
Stupid thing...!
CAIN (CONT’D)
Work, dammit!
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
It’s our fault. It’s our fault that it’s flipping out. It’s our fault that it’s out of control.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
The NavDeck onboard is picking up my presence in the room and the Aparadox meter is trying to warn you:
4/3 MEDIUM
Cain sits down at the bar, a few seats away from Adam. He is frustrated and disappointed with his failure. Jae follows him in attempt to inquire more, though he remains standing. The Narrator sits across the bar from Cain, and manages to obscure his face once more. The Bartender is also present, making drinks or cleaning glasses, etc.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
We are dangerously close to a potentially disastrous breach of the space/time continuum.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Don’t you get it? We could end it all, right now, right here!
JAE
So you’re a...time traveler?
ADAM (SMALL)
Oh, give it up.
JAE
But you’re--correct me if I’m wrong--but you’re not on time. Is that what you’re trying to say?
4/4 MEDIUM-BARTENDER’S POV
The Bartender looks away from Cain, rolling his eyes as he continues about his work. Cain, Adam, and Jae are visible in the background, continuing their exchange.
CAIN
...
CAIN (CONT’D)
It’s not an exact science, you know.
CAIN (CONT’D)
In the grander scheme of things--of history--a day is the equivalent of a second in our own lives.
4/5 SAME ANGLE
The Bartender looks at the Narrator is an intensely curious expression; the gears in his mind are clearly hard at work. Meanwhile, in the background, Cain takes notice of Adam Ng.
CAIN
But yeah. My name’s Cain. I’m a time traveler, who apparently can’t get anywhere on time.
CAIN (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Laugh it up.
CAIN (CONT’D)
...
CAIN (CONT’D)
Hey, aren’t you Adam Ng?
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Oh no. Please don’t.
4/6 SAME
The Bartender quickly turns his head to look at Cain; he’s made the connection between the two of them. Cain, meanwhile, addresses Adam..
ADAM
I’m Adam.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Please don’t say anything. Please. The structural integrity of space/time depends on it. Please don’t acknowledge us.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Although...
PAGE 5
5/1 MEDIUM TWO-SHOT
Adam turns around on his bar stool to talk to Cain. In the background, the bartender continues his sequence of curious looks exchanged between Cain and the Narrator. The Narrator raises his glass, asking for another drink, in an attempt to distract him.
CAIN
You’re him? You’re Adam Ng!
ADAM
...
ADAM (CONT’D)
Yeah. Listen. I get what you’re doing. And I appreciate it, guys. Really. But it’s cool, you know?
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
The last time that I lived through this, the bartender must have noticed the exact same thing. And yet, he didn’t do a thing about it.
5/2 MEDIUM CLOSE
Adam sits front and center, making exaggerated and dramatic motions with his hands as he tries to discard the obvious truth of the situation.
ADAM
You hired some guy to show up and pretend he’s from the future, which will, in turn, make me feel better about today’s event.
ADAM (CONT’D)
At least that’s what you’re going for.
ADAM (CONT’D)
And I get it. I do. But it’s totally unnecessary.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
This whole scene has played out, exactly as it’s going to.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
For reality’s sake, I don’t want to change it. And even if I did--would I really have a choice?
5/3 MEDIUM
The Bartender fills up drinks for the gathering of Adam, Jae, and Cain.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Could I jump up right now and yell, ‘It’s true! We’re from the future, see?’
ADAM
It’s not the end of the world, Jae. You know, we get credit for the conference, and in the meantime, we keep working on it in the lab.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Am I paralyzed by the fear of breaking down existence? Or am I paralyzed by pre-destination, by the fact that this is already written?
ADAM
And someday, somewhere down the line, it’ll go from purely theoretical to actual research, with practical application.
CAIN
No!
5/4 MEDIUM WIDE-NARRATOR’S POV
The Narrator perks up as the scene across the bar gets heated. Cain tries to explain his point, but Jae won’t have it.
JAE
I swear to you, I’ve never seen this guy-
CAIN
Adam. You’re the one. Don’t you get it? Everything I’ve read--everything I’ve learned about time travel, it all starts with you! It all starts with now. With today.
CAIN (CONT’D)
Edison. Franklin. Ng. That’s like, the trinity of science in my time!
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
It’s a strange sensation: you know the endgame, and yet you just can’t help but watch as each move plays itself out, exactly as imagined.
5/5 MEDIUM
Cain gets up from his seat and bar and walks away towards the door, throwing his hand up in disbelief, defeat, and irritation. Adam and Jae look on in shock
CAIN
You know what? Forget it.
CAIN (CONT’D)
I’ll just recalibrate and try again.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Wow.
CAIN
And you know what? I don’t even care if it creates another divergent time stream. I really don’t.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
How come no one told me I was such a prick?
PAGE 6
6/1 SAME ANGLE
Adam and Jae look on as Cain exits the bar; the same blinding light from before consumes the panel.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Was a prick?
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Ah, who am I kidding.
6/2 SAME ANGLE
Adam and Jae look at each other in disbelief.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Not too long ago, that was who I am, and I suppose it still is.
6/3 CLOSE
The Narrator puts his glass down on the bar.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Loose time.
6/4 WIDE-OVER-THE-SHOULDER--NARRATOR’S POV
The Narrator rises from the bar stool as he observes Adam and Jae.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Things aren’t as specific as they were before. History leaves some wiggle room now.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
But only some.
6/5 MEDIUM
The Narrator approaches Adam and Jae with his hand extended for a shake. For the first time, we see his face clearly--it is Cain, with a five o’clock shadow and slightly messier or longer hair, wearing an outfit salvaged together from Goodwill over his jumpsuit.
NARRATOR
Hi, excuse me, um--I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but, well--
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
I’d like to talk to you about time travel.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
I think we’ve met before, in some form or another. My name is Cain.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
I was born in 2137, and this is my Tachyon Compression Gauge...
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
So here’s your future.
A dimly-lit public house, where everything is made of whiskey-stained wood. The bar is an island or penninsula, with patrons on at least three sides and racks of upside-down glassware overhead.
PAGE 1
1/1 WIDE-NARRATOR’S POV
The narrator brings a glass of beer down from his mouth towards the bartop; his face is not seen, though his speech indicates that he’s a bit drun. The bartender is cleaning glasses. Seated on a different side of the bar from Cain is ADAM NG, an Asian male, about 26 years old. A Grad student at MIT, Adam is wearing a striped sweater or possibly a polo and looks like he’s been here for a while, drowning himself in a glass. The rest of the bar is populated by regulars/townies and a group of Adam’s peers, all wrapped up in celebration. A “Congratulations” banner hangs across the ceiling over a large booth.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
So this is then.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Now. Whatever.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
This is...what’d you call this?
1/2 MEDIUM CLOSE
The bartender looks up at the narrator with a baffled, incredulous expression tinged with a slight hint of annoyance. He is still cleaning glasses.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Despite a few changes in its archaic aesthetic, it’s really not much different when I’m from.
BARTENDER
Guinness.
1/3 CLOSE
The Narrator holds the glass up to his eye, observing its deep opaqueness and creamy head. For the most part, the glass obscures his face.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
People don’t change. Not really, anyway.
BARTENDER
Where’d you say you were from again?
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
There’s a comforting consistency in the way that people interact, no matter when or where you go.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
Where?
1/4
Close on Adam Ng, moping, completely oblivious that he is the focal point. Cain and the Bartender continue their conversation in the background, unnoticed. The Narrator’s face is still somewhat obscured and/or lacking in detail.
NARRATOR
Around. I guess.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
Gulp
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
Guinness. Huh. Wish they still made this stuff. Don’t know why they’d ever stop.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Adam Ng might be the smartest guy in his class, though he’s far from the top.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
By the fall of his sophomore year, he was the TA for a seminar class in Nonlinear Optics.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Now?
1/5 CLOSE
Adam sits up drowsily and tries to get the bartender’s attention for another drink. JAE, one of Adam’s peers, comes up behind him. Jae is much more hip and fashionable than Adam.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Supersymmetry.
JAE
C’mon, man. Hang out with us over here for a while. What, are you gonna spend the whole damn night hunched on a bar stool?
PAGE 2
2/1 MEDIUM WIDE-TWO SHOT
Jae helps Adam off his stool and drags him begrudgingly to join the rest of the group beneath the “Congratulations!” sign.
JAE
Hey--I’ll even buy you a drink. You deserve it, after all. Hey, sound good? Hey! Adam?
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
They’re celebrating the culmination of a directed study project that they’ve been working on for over a year now. Adam actually came up with the idea while he was still an undergrad.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Together, they organized the First Annual Time Traveler’s Convention.
2/2 SAME ANGLE
Jae and Adam look up or squint or shield their eyes as a blinding light from outside bursts through the windows and consumes the inside of the bar.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
They advertised the event by slipping invitations into time capsules, library books, and anything else they think of, in hopes that they might be found by the technologically savvy denizens of a future time.
2/3 SAME ANGLE
The bright light subsides; Adam and Jae look on as their pupils adjust to the sudden change.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Everything went smoothly and according to plan--there were lecturers from across the globe, bikini-clad models wearing fake Vulcan ears, and all the best food that the early aughts could offer--but there was still something missing. There was one minor detail that went overlooked:
2/4
The bottom half of the page reveals a man in futuristic garments entering the bar, with parking lot flood lights spilling in behind him; this is CAIN. His clothes should be fashionable, functional, and realistic as far as futuristic garments are concerned, but they should also be somewhat on-the-nose and stereotypical: an aluminum-looking jumpsuit with racing stripes the side, etc. It should be clear that he is from the future, or at least that he’s supposed to be; if one were to cast doubt on him because of his attire, it would be a valid argument.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
There were no time travelers.
CAIN
Uh, hey.
CAIN (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Am I late?
CAIN (SMALLER) (CONT’D)
Dammit.
PAGE 3
3/1 CLOSE
The Narrator takes another drink from his glass.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Right on time.
3/2 SAME ANGLE
The Narrator wipes his mouth after putting the glass down.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Well, relatively speaking.
JAE (O.S.)
Can I help you?
3/3 MEDIUM TWO-SHOT
Jae approaches Cain, offering help; Adam is nearby, disgruntled and clearly not amused by the stunt. Cain wears something on his wrist that is blinking wildly.
CAIN
Yeah. I came for the time travelers’ convention?
CAIN (CONT’D)
(Wow, this is embarrassing)
JAE
Sorry, man. That ended a few hours ago.
3/4 MEDIUM
Cain recoils in frustration and looks to the device on his wrist. Jae is curious and looks on, trying to help, but Adam throws his hands up, completely over the whole thing.
CAIN
Dammit!
JAE
Did you travel far, or...?
CAIN
Yeah. Right.
CAIN (CONT’D)
It’s this stupid thing. Never works how or when I want it to.
ADAM (SMALL)
I can’t believe this.
JAE
What is that thing?
PAGE 4
4/1 CLOSE
The Narrator looks at his own wrist, which sports a device that is remarkably similar to Cain’s. It, too, is blinking and beeping frantically.
CAIN (O.S.)
It’s a Tachyon Compression Gauge
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
You are such an idiot.
CAIN (O.S.)
When it works, at least.
CAIN (O.S.) (CONT’D)
It’s supposed to read and monitor stringent and derivative particles in divergent timelines . Or something like that, I don’t know.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Now or then. Doesn’t matter.
4/2 MEDIUM CLOSE
Cain hits the device on his wrist, hoping it will work.
CAIN
Stupid thing...!
CAIN (CONT’D)
Work, dammit!
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
It’s our fault. It’s our fault that it’s flipping out. It’s our fault that it’s out of control.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
The NavDeck onboard is picking up my presence in the room and the Aparadox meter is trying to warn you:
4/3 MEDIUM
Cain sits down at the bar, a few seats away from Adam. He is frustrated and disappointed with his failure. Jae follows him in attempt to inquire more, though he remains standing. The Narrator sits across the bar from Cain, and manages to obscure his face once more. The Bartender is also present, making drinks or cleaning glasses, etc.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
We are dangerously close to a potentially disastrous breach of the space/time continuum.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Don’t you get it? We could end it all, right now, right here!
JAE
So you’re a...time traveler?
ADAM (SMALL)
Oh, give it up.
JAE
But you’re--correct me if I’m wrong--but you’re not on time. Is that what you’re trying to say?
4/4 MEDIUM-BARTENDER’S POV
The Bartender looks away from Cain, rolling his eyes as he continues about his work. Cain, Adam, and Jae are visible in the background, continuing their exchange.
CAIN
...
CAIN (CONT’D)
It’s not an exact science, you know.
CAIN (CONT’D)
In the grander scheme of things--of history--a day is the equivalent of a second in our own lives.
4/5 SAME ANGLE
The Bartender looks at the Narrator is an intensely curious expression; the gears in his mind are clearly hard at work. Meanwhile, in the background, Cain takes notice of Adam Ng.
CAIN
But yeah. My name’s Cain. I’m a time traveler, who apparently can’t get anywhere on time.
CAIN (SMALL) (CONT’D)
Laugh it up.
CAIN (CONT’D)
...
CAIN (CONT’D)
Hey, aren’t you Adam Ng?
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Oh no. Please don’t.
4/6 SAME
The Bartender quickly turns his head to look at Cain; he’s made the connection between the two of them. Cain, meanwhile, addresses Adam..
ADAM
I’m Adam.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Please don’t say anything. Please. The structural integrity of space/time depends on it. Please don’t acknowledge us.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Although...
PAGE 5
5/1 MEDIUM TWO-SHOT
Adam turns around on his bar stool to talk to Cain. In the background, the bartender continues his sequence of curious looks exchanged between Cain and the Narrator. The Narrator raises his glass, asking for another drink, in an attempt to distract him.
CAIN
You’re him? You’re Adam Ng!
ADAM
...
ADAM (CONT’D)
Yeah. Listen. I get what you’re doing. And I appreciate it, guys. Really. But it’s cool, you know?
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
The last time that I lived through this, the bartender must have noticed the exact same thing. And yet, he didn’t do a thing about it.
5/2 MEDIUM CLOSE
Adam sits front and center, making exaggerated and dramatic motions with his hands as he tries to discard the obvious truth of the situation.
ADAM
You hired some guy to show up and pretend he’s from the future, which will, in turn, make me feel better about today’s event.
ADAM (CONT’D)
At least that’s what you’re going for.
ADAM (CONT’D)
And I get it. I do. But it’s totally unnecessary.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
This whole scene has played out, exactly as it’s going to.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
For reality’s sake, I don’t want to change it. And even if I did--would I really have a choice?
5/3 MEDIUM
The Bartender fills up drinks for the gathering of Adam, Jae, and Cain.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Could I jump up right now and yell, ‘It’s true! We’re from the future, see?’
ADAM
It’s not the end of the world, Jae. You know, we get credit for the conference, and in the meantime, we keep working on it in the lab.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Am I paralyzed by the fear of breaking down existence? Or am I paralyzed by pre-destination, by the fact that this is already written?
ADAM
And someday, somewhere down the line, it’ll go from purely theoretical to actual research, with practical application.
CAIN
No!
5/4 MEDIUM WIDE-NARRATOR’S POV
The Narrator perks up as the scene across the bar gets heated. Cain tries to explain his point, but Jae won’t have it.
JAE
I swear to you, I’ve never seen this guy-
CAIN
Adam. You’re the one. Don’t you get it? Everything I’ve read--everything I’ve learned about time travel, it all starts with you! It all starts with now. With today.
CAIN (CONT’D)
Edison. Franklin. Ng. That’s like, the trinity of science in my time!
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
It’s a strange sensation: you know the endgame, and yet you just can’t help but watch as each move plays itself out, exactly as imagined.
5/5 MEDIUM
Cain gets up from his seat and bar and walks away towards the door, throwing his hand up in disbelief, defeat, and irritation. Adam and Jae look on in shock
CAIN
You know what? Forget it.
CAIN (CONT’D)
I’ll just recalibrate and try again.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Wow.
CAIN
And you know what? I don’t even care if it creates another divergent time stream. I really don’t.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
How come no one told me I was such a prick?
PAGE 6
6/1 SAME ANGLE
Adam and Jae look on as Cain exits the bar; the same blinding light from before consumes the panel.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Was a prick?
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
Ah, who am I kidding.
6/2 SAME ANGLE
Adam and Jae look at each other in disbelief.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Not too long ago, that was who I am, and I suppose it still is.
6/3 CLOSE
The Narrator puts his glass down on the bar.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Loose time.
6/4 WIDE-OVER-THE-SHOULDER--NARRATOR’S POV
The Narrator rises from the bar stool as he observes Adam and Jae.
NARRATOR (CAPTION)
Things aren’t as specific as they were before. History leaves some wiggle room now.
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
But only some.
6/5 MEDIUM
The Narrator approaches Adam and Jae with his hand extended for a shake. For the first time, we see his face clearly--it is Cain, with a five o’clock shadow and slightly messier or longer hair, wearing an outfit salvaged together from Goodwill over his jumpsuit.
NARRATOR
Hi, excuse me, um--I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but, well--
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
I’d like to talk to you about time travel.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
I think we’ve met before, in some form or another. My name is Cain.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
I was born in 2137, and this is my Tachyon Compression Gauge...
NARRATOR (CAPTION) (CONT’D)
So here’s your future.
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