Synchronicity Page #5

The girl of my dreams.

We could have a chance

of something real.

I led myself to believe

in serendipity.

But the cosmos had a cruel way

of making me believe otherwise.

As the day of the final

experiment grew near,

I wondered if we had

a future together.

Or would fate keep us apart?

What happens from here

on out is up to me.

That's why I'm here

with you right now.

But you can't change fate.

It's like trying to make

the sun set with your mind.

Who's to say I can't?

See that?

That right there... I did that.

Tell me I didn't.

Scientists and their God complex.

I'm supposed to be the smoker here.

- Are you okay?

- Jim, are you okay?

- Jim?

- It's not Jim.

It's Abby. There's something

wrong with Jim.

He's coughing up blood, and he's...

he's been having seizures,

and I don't know what to do.

Can you please...

can you please come?

He won't let me take him

to the hospital. I'm just...

- Abby, Abby.

- Yeah?

Don't do anything until I get there.

Don't call anyone.

Don't do anything.

- I'm coming.

- Okay.

Wait, what are you doing?

Uh... Tell Jim Prime

I'm taking this to a specialist

for more intensive examination.

Where's the other one?

Chuck took it to an examinist

for further specialization.

Must be who called.

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm taking it back

to its rightful owner.

Wormhole.

Such a weird word

when you think about it.

Right now he's experiencing

what can only be described

as a kind of temporal feedback.

It seems that two beings

of the same consciousness

cannot exist in the same universe.

This must be nature's way

of correcting the anomaly.

That's your diagnosis?

Temporal feedback?

That makes the most sense

given what we know.

Okay, Dr. Chuck, if you're

such an expert on space cancer,

then what should

we expect from here?

If the rate of deterioration

stays in sync with 0-14,

terminus... that's what we call...

I get it. What?

He has about 48 hours, give or take.

Then his vital organs

will disintegrate

until his biological functions

shut down.

He's been chosen for extinction.

You have one hell

of a bedside manner.

I'm a physicist, not an M.D.

How am I supposed to believe

any of this?

Now's your chance.

This is your proof right here.

But please handle with care.

The fate of the universe

is in your hands.

Jim.

I really wasn't expecting you.

You might want to hide in

the other room in case he comes in.

He won't.

He thinks Klaus is in here.

No need to tell me who's in there.

- I have my theory.

- And what is that?

I'm not giving

any more theories to you.

It's not why I came here.

It's not what I want from this.

And what do you want from this?

To ignore the facts,

give you the benefit of the doubt.

All of the observable evidence

leads to the inevitable conclusion

that you are playing me.

But I refuse to accept it.

I barely know you.

But something happened in those

brief hours we spent together.

It was how you looked at me.

Like how you're looking at me now.

Is the pain worse when he's close by?

Yeah.

Proximity to him must be a factor.

The best course of action

is to get you out of town

as far as possible to alleviate

the effects of the feedback.

You mean prolong the inevitable.

So, here it is. My act of faith.

The gun is to my head.

I'm sure as sh*t not gonna

pull the trigger myself.

This is yours.

You get to decide what happens.

In two days, I'm gonna

start the machine,

and I'm gonna open the wormhole.

But it's now up to you

what goes through it.

Chuck, I want you to take your friend

and get the f*** out of here.

- Okay.

- Abby.

You lied to me.

Not about me and you.

Me and you is all

totally based on bullshit.

If you could just

see my logic on this.

Don't.

There's an explanation for all of it.

Not for how I feel.

I'm not even sure

who I'm talking to right now,

but whatever Jim you are,

I want you to get

the hell out of my house

before I contract

this psychotic disease.

I don't think that temporal

feedback is contagious.

No.

Matty? Where's Jim Prime?

I need you to slip away

and meet me at our place.

Tell him that you left

your reading glasses at home.

He knows you're useless without them.

Then break them and tell him you have

to go get your other pair.

Just do it, and...

...bring D-29B.

Dextro 29 boost. Still in beta.

It's a hybrid synthesis

of adrenal epinephrine secretions.

- Oh, yeah.

- It won't keep you alive.

But when you take it,

you won't know you're dying.

I'm dying. I'm dying, yes.

Yeah, okay. All right, what to do?

What to do? What to do? I'm dying.

Dying. Death, dead, 48 hours.

Forty eight hours. We have to prevent

that, don't we? We do. We should.

I say we don't do anything.

Don't open the other end

of the wormhole.

- Then it's like it never happened.

- Have you considered...

I'm here.

It happened. Yes... yes, it did.

- But have you considered...

- Yes, it did.

No, we roll up our sleeves.

We find a workable solution,

to explain the absence

of paradoxes...

We have to get one of you

out of here.

Let's come clean with Jim Prime.

He can go, and you can live.

He's not gonna do it

if he knows he will die.

Would you? No, you wouldn't.

I wouldn't.

I've been... I mean, I did.

- I'm here, so...

- There is the notion...

Maybe it should be me that goes.

And make things worse?

- The theory...

- Are you joking?

Is he joking? Make things worse?

I have less than two days to live.

I lost the rights to my life's work.

My girlfriend, she hates me, so how

could it possibly get any worse?

Parallel dimensions.

Parallel dimensions.

There exists not one

singular universe,

but an infinite number

of possibilities coinciding

simultaneously and eternally,

every conceivable version

of every being persisting forward

in a concurrent reality.

Your time-space excursion

was not to the past

of your present universe.

On the contrary, it was simply

a migration from

your plane of existence

to the one adjacent.

You're operating

independently of yourself

in an alternate timeline.

- No.

- But...

That's still hypothetical

at this point.

And, of course,

I already thought of that.

But being here, seeing it for myself,

everything played out

exactly the same.

But your journal accounted for...

What journal?

Where did you get this?

It was in your coat pocket

when you traversed.

And you've had this the whole time?

I was processing it as a data set.

- It's not my handwriting.

- You were both so busy.

- This is her book.

- Whose book?

Abby's.

- It was alarmingly accurate.

- Matty?

This is a made-up story,

a work of fiction,

and an incomplete one at that.

Okay, enough theorizing.

All right? The machine

should be up and running.

How much more of this

go juice do you have?

Enough.

All right, I'm pulling

the trigger on our best option.

Klaus only paid for

one unit of M.R.D.

We can't do this again.

If I go back through the wormhole

knowing what I know now

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