Everywhen Page #2

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- Explain.

- What if something happened that night?

Four billion people

use a teleporter every day.

That's impossible. We tested it

for ages before we made it public.

Did you use a teleporter yesterday?

I walked. I never liked the concept

of being torn apart and put together.

Did anyone here

use a teleporter yesterday?

We need to pay someone a visit.

Lexington street. You come with me.

- Where are we going?

- Lexington...

- Why did you do that?

- Do what?

- You just shot her.

- Come on! You think they're real?

- She seems pretty real to me.

- Actually real?

One hand washes the other.

Somebody has to clean up.

- We're going to Lexington street.

- What will we find there?

- Do you know how to handle a gun?

- Why do I need a gun?

- Do you know how to handle a gun?

- My dad used to take me hunting.

Anybody can pull a trigger,

that's not why I'm asking.

Use it. Now.

Take this.

GIVE US BACK OUR IDENTITY

- What was all that about?

- Forget it. It happens all the time.

The "Give Us Back Our identity" idiots.

You'll get your answers.

- Thomas Wilfred?

- Yes, that's me.

We have a problem.

You might have the solution.

Is that right?

I just made some coffee. Come in!

- Sir Wilfred...

- Call me Thomas.

Right... Thomas, this is Ian Finch.

I know who you are.

You don't have to tell me.

I don't know you,

but you're not from around here.

The coffee doesn't quite

taste the same, does it?

The newspaper doesn't feel the same.

But you can't put your finger on it.

Where is that bloody mirror?!

Oh, well. I'll show you.

To you this may sound familiar,

but we have a guest. Take a look.

Do you ever work out?

What do you want?

We'd like to ask you some questions

about your latest invention.

Police, open up!

Aren't you going to invite us in?

I'm sure you can do what you want

to do without seeing my kitchen.

Is that wine in his cup?

This is trespassing!

You're under surveillance

by National Security.

You and your teleportation invention

has killed a billion people.

That's not true. I didn't do that.

I swear on my mother's grave.

Sit down! We need to talk.

I still don't understand

what this is.

Why is my house old, dusty

and turned into a fortress?

- Where's my brother?

- You don't belong here.

You're in the wrong place.

Just like me and him.

That is why

you can't see your reflection.

The world is trying to tell you

that you're in the wrong place.

I never thought it would happen

to anyone but me.

One and a half years ago teleportation

was invented. I had long worked on it.

One and a half years ago, to the

general public, the world changed.

This morning

30,000 people were missing.

Two minutes ago one billion had

vanished. We don't know where they are.

We don't know if they are still alive.

They are gone.

And you think

it has something to do with me?

1.5 years ago the percentage

of missing people rose by 2%.

This year there is a 15% increase.

Your invention might be involved.

Get out of my house! This is bullshit!

Do you think I'm a terrorist?

We are not the regular mall police.

- We need your help.

- Then you'd better bring them...

You made me spill my wine!

...coffee!

So, somewhere in this world,

but not in this world, -

- my five year old brother is trying to

kill himself, and I can't do anything?

I'm afraid so.

And there is no way back?

How did you get back?

Some time ago I came across

some powerful people.

With their help I managed to create

a gateway between the two worlds.

It just happened. Just like you,

I couldn't see anything different.

I could see things were different,

but couldn't put my finger on it.

I was telling myself it was the same,

but then I met myself.

You met yourself?

Yes, and that's why we need your help.

You created this, and you are

the only one who knows it by heart.

- What are my chances?

- Of getting away unnoticed?

None, I'm afraid.

This has happened before

to a few people, me included.

- You went missing in your teleporter?

- No.

I was sent to an alternate universe,

a bit like this.

- This is my alternate reality.

- I'm sorry, but I don't follow.

When you teleport you get dissolved

into atoms and you get reassembled.

When I teleported, something happened.

The atoms collided.

If atoms collide you get a nuclear bomb

or something odd happens.

- Odd?

- They have been working on this.

My atoms collided and I ended up here

in this godforsaken world.

This is my alternate reality.

Can you repeat this process?

It would be almost impossible

to travel between the two realities.

- Why? You've done it before.

- It's quite self-explanatory.

You have all these collisions.

You could even lose body parts.

You could end up with 1/3 in Moscow

and 2/3 in New York.

- You'd come home in pieces!

- How did you do it?

I didn't. My other self did it.

He brought someone with him.

He was the one who got back

without it being a coincident.

I don't think you realize

the seriousness. People may be dead.

They could be scattered around Europe

for all I know.

You might find an arm on my doorstep.

Sorry, pig lady, but I can't help you.

The only thing I know,

is that I know nothing at all.

It's possible, but dangerous. I

can't explain why you're not dead yet.

People from different realities

commit suicide or start riots.

I almost did myself for a while.

I need... We need to get back.

According to you we don't belong here.

- I can't let my brother kill himself!

- My brother.

Ok. Come with me.

I think I might be able to help.

You have a bus?

You need to find a chip that will

manually dissolve you into atoms-

- and drive them together

with incredible force.

Manually bump you off

to an alternate reality.

It kills you

and puts you together again.

You have to hope that the person

coming back is you in one piece.

If you need to save this boy,

I can get you the chip.

It's not going to be easy,

but you didn't expect that, did you?

I've done it before.

I have two chips left in my lab,

and you have to break in to get them.

I can get you through the main doors,

but that's it.

To get access to the chips

you need clearance.

Or you need to be able to make

quick decisions and no mistakes.

Remember, even if you do have a gun,

you don't have to kill people.

Be creative. Sometimes the least

obvious is the most effective.

I may be old, but I haven't lost my

touch. Make sure you don't either.

- How is he?

- Not sure.

Ever since we adopted him

he's been kind of strange.

As if there was some sadness in him.

He was never really happy.

Can I ask you a question?

- What's with all the...

- The murders?

Somebody has to clean up

the mess that we make.

Most people won't do it,

or can't do it on their own.

Sending people to this world

makes society unstable.

Everybody in this world has a double.

I'm just cleaning up.

One hand washes the other?

20 years ago

we started a virtual memory-program.

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