ISRA 88 Page #5

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-Hey Abe,

why are there a bunch of pictures that

kind of look like me in your notebook?

-It is you.

But you're not dead yet.

That's a good sign.

-Y-yet?

- I'll explain later. Can you hand

me those... those blueprints?

-W-what are you doing?

-Trying to figure something out.

-Get down from there!

- Well, if you hand me the blueprints

like I asked you to a moment ago,

I can explain.

- But Abe... don't!

Get down! Don't do this!

Get down. It's the green one!

- Let go!

Let... go!

- No!

You're gonna kill me or something. There's

like 30 sketches of me dead in that book.

Explain.

-I need those! Get...

- No! Not until you explain!

- It's complicated.

-Why... are you drawing me... dead?

- Those are pictures... of

when you already died.

-What are you talking about?

- I keep remembering things

so I draw them, or I...

I draw them and then remember things,

-Doesn't make any sense.

Protocol

states a procedure for

when you go nuts.

-It started with the bees.

I started drawing

them a lot... hundreds of

doodles and sketches

and then I started

drawing them dead.

And then they actually died.

-The eels?

- Yeah, I don't understand

most this stuff. It's

pieces that I try to put together.

-But you had some

vision that they killed me?

- No, no... they're... they're

fragmented memories.

The drawings are a

catalogue of them... I....

I st... I start doodling and

don't even realize it and then I....

I look at a sketch and I'm

trying to remember something...

-So what will you see next?

-It's... it's not like that. I don't...

I don't know, I remember.

This all happened,

will happen,

is happening,

I'm not sure it's only

happening to us, either.

- I'm not sure it's only

happening to us, either.

-So...

he was going to kill me.

Harold, wait!

-This is... this is right, Abe?

-I don't know.

It's not a science.

-You're a scientist.

What kind of scientist are you?

-Marine biology, but

I don't... I don't know if I'm right.

-So you were gonna cut wires?

On a hunch?

Maybe some water gets out

of the tank and I... I slip.

I don't know.

Maybe you don't die.

Maybe that's what changes.

If you... if you flip past

the path I started...

drawing all of these...

white cracks...

against black.

- Like the ground.

- I have no idea.

-Yes. In... in the water.

- what that could mean, but

then a couple of days ago,

I drew this hat...

-How did I fall into the tank?

-I have...

I have no idea what it means.

-If I put my hand in here,

- And you think it's enough

to kill a man?

Huh? Stop!

- is that how I die?

Come on! Do you remember anything?

Come on!

I'm not dying.

(screams)

-Damn.

What's out there?

Damn it, Harold!

What?

I think I've seen this one.

You were gone a while.

-I stopped at this flea market.

-I like your hat.

-Oh, I got it for you.

-Oh, it's way too small.

-No, it looks cute on you.

-Babe... it just rests on my head.

It fits you pretty well.

You look pretty good with it on, too.

-Well, thank you.

-I'll go get that.

I'll be back to help.

-Hello?

-The green.

Eel.

- I'm...

I'm sorry?

- The...

green... eel.

That's unfortunate.

Nurse Walters... That failed.

Dr. Withersford?

- How are you doing?

-I'm... okay.

Listen, I have to...

- Dr. Anderson,

I regret to inform you that the position

you volunteered for has been filled.

My sincere condolences.

-Huh...

well, thanks... for the call.

-Get down!

Stop....

-F***ing.

-You remember which one to cut?

-I think it's the red one.

- What does it do?

- I can...

I can't remember for the life of me.

- Well how about for mine?

-Red. It's red.

-I knew it was the green one.

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