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in my new book, Lost Time.

What is lost time?

So let me ask you,

have you ever been watching TV,

a film, or driving in your car,

and you drifted off

for what seemed like hours,

only to snap out of it

and realize

it all happened

in a blink of an eye?

Have you ever asked yourself,

"Where did the time go"?

St. Augustine said that time

was a threefold present:

The present as we experience it,

the past as a present memory,

and the future

as a present expectation.

Now, can any of you

give me an example

of how time

may be shaped

in the present?

Dj vu.

Mm-hmm.

Anyone else?

Daydreams.

Daydreams.

That's correct.

Yes.

Nightmares.

Nightmares.

Dj vu,

daydreams, nightmares.

Are they figments

of our imagination

or memories

too frightening

to remember?

What would Valerie say?

You see, I was once

like she was.

I didn't believe in anything

I couldn't touch,

see, feel or smell...

until that one moment

when I lost time.

I was driving in my car

on the way to a ball game

when my life came to

a grinding halt.

There was a...

a blinding light.

Then it was gone,

and so was my wife, Lily.

Half a day passed

in an instant.

Where did the time go?

Actually, the time

didn't go anywhere.

You did.

You were raped of time,

security, innocence.

Something so unique,

so sacred,

can never be returned.

Banished from paradise.

It's food for thought.

With that, I'd like to

thank you all for coming,

and I invite you to get my book,

which I hope provides some

of the answers you seek.

Thank you.

Dr. Reed, you're great.

I'm your biggest fan.

Thank you.

What's your name?

Greg.

Here you go.

Thank you for coming.

Come here.

Take a look at

the balcony up above.

Right there.

Keep your eye on him.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for an autograph.

You're following me.

No.

I love all this weird stuff.

Hey.

So, what, you're

buying into this?

I need answers.

I know. So this guy's

gonna help you with that?

I don't know.

Maybe he might.

I worry about you.

Don't worry about me.

I'm just fine.

No, you're not.

Detective Carter.

Did you enjoy the presentation?

Yeah, that name thing...

That's cool. I saw a guy

do that once in Vegas.

Well, so did I,

but that was a trick.

Dr. Reed...

Val.

It's okay.

Look, I'll be

in touch tomorrow.

Okay.

Dr. Reed, wait.

I want answers.

I need to find my sister.

Your not ready for

answers yet, Valerie.

Come to my sanctuary.

This is his sanctuary?

Good morning, Valerie.

You know who I am?

Dr. Reed told me

to expect you.

You can call me Nurse Mary.

After you.

Uh, I need to talk to him.

That's not possible

at the moment.

But I have questions.

If you insist upon staying

and seeing the doctor,

then it's at his time,

not yours.

But can I see him soon?

All in good time, Miss Dreyfuss.

His sanctuary is

completely cut off

from the outside world.

No cell phones allowed.

It'll be returned

when you leave.

I'm not staying overnight.

You can leave anytime

you wish, Miss Dreyfuss.

The door is right behind me.

But our program

does have its rules.

Thank you, Miss Dreyfuss.

Follow me.

Each guest has

their own private room,

and we encourage journaling

to log your experiences.

It's all very safe.

Doesn't sound safe to me.

The doctor suggests

that you each deal

with your trauma

in your own way.

What the f***'s your problem?

No problem.

Voices in my head...

too loud.

The doctor encourages this?

The doctor encourages

self-expression

and introspection.

Whatever helps you

find your path towards

your own truth.

Come along.

Your room is down

the end of the hall.

I don't need a room.

Oh, just give it a night.

I'm not staying.

It is the only way

you'll see Dr. Reed.

Mr. Elliot will come get you

for group session.

Can I help you?

What are you doing here?

She's not here.

Mr. Coffey,

have you seen her?

Yeah, she was here earlier,

but she beat it early.

- I keep an eye on things.

- Yeah, of course you do.

This legal?

Jesus.

Yeah, I know.

She's not doing good, man.

You dropped something.

Yeah, this is

Detective Bill Lance.

Hey, Bill, it's Carter.

Hey, Carter, how you doing?

Yeah, all good, man.

Look, I need a favor.

I need a location.

You are supposed

to be in your room.

I'm s...

I'm sorry.

Do not worry.

Each has their own unique

reaction to it all.

I'm Mr. Elliot.

Dr. Reed has

asked for you.

This place been here a while?

Long time.

Easy to get lost.

You have no idea.

Thank you, Mr. Elliot.

Having visions

with your sister

again, Valerie?

Oh, what, now that

Blondie's here,

we can start?

Please, sit down.

You're all suffering

from a type of

post-traumatic stress.

You're part of a select group

that I call "lost timers."

Pretty cool name.

I can dig it.

Right, girl?

I'm not your girl.

Next time you touch me

will be your last.

Keep your hands

to yourself, Rico.

This is not a self-help group

or a 12-step program.

No touchy-feely here.

Now, you all have questions

that you'd like answered.

I can do that for you.

Now, the work here

will be difficult.

It will be direct

and sometimes

very painful,

but it will lead

to the answers you seek.

Oh, f***!

Mary.

Thank you, Mary.

As you can see,

you're all suffering

from different symptoms.

Gillian...

Well, Gillian,

she lives in the numina.

She operates on

a higher frequency

that causes her

to tap into vibrational energy

and hear voices.

And, of course, her nose bleeds.

Gale has synesthesia.

It's a type of M.S.

Her nerve endings

are hypersensitive.

Everyone has their

breaking point,

which we're all

here to avoid...

even you, Rico.

I will be helping

each one of you

with your symptoms.

Dr. Reed, it's time.

Well,

we've made some progress today.

Please get some rest,

and I'll see everyone

in the morning.

I'm looking forward to

working with all of you.

And remember, the door

is always open.

You can leave anytime you want.

But if you leave,

you can never come back again.

What the hell?

My sh*t's getting more

f***ed up by the day.

I need something.

You guys can circle-jerk.

I don't do this group thing.

Gale, what happened to you?

My partner...

We were on patrol.

Next thing you know,

he's already dead.

His chest was all cut up.

They branded him with symbols.

I was suspended,

pending an investigation.

Guess the LAPD

don't believe

in UFO's neither.

UFO's?

What do you think

I'm dressed like this for?

'Cause you're vice?

F*** you.

Because they

messed with us.

The faintest light

hurts my eyes.

The-The slightest smell

turns my stomach.

I can hear a goddamn pin drop.

And I should...

What, they didn't f***

with you somehow?

Sh*t, my UTP is the best thing

that has ever happened to me.

Before that,

life was f***ing boring.

It was all Leave It

to Beaver sh*t.

Safe is no good.

Safe kills us inside.

They don't like safe.

Safe doesn't exist.

Who's "they"?

Safe f***ing sucks.

You wouldn't believe

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