Synchronicity Page #6

to that first day...

we won't have to do this ever again.

I can take over from here.

Where have you been?

Uh, our mass spectrometer

was on the fritz.

I wanted to take 0-14 over to

the institute for final evaluation.

- How's it doing?

- Clean bill of health.

But they're gonna keep it tonight

so that they can run it through

the liquid scintillation counter.

Okay, as long as

they don't know what it's for.

They think it's a sample.

We're almost online.

You want to do a practice run?

Absolutely.

Oh, and, Chuck,

dahlia 2.0 is also gone for now,

so we have to send something else

through the wormhole.

I think I can find a replacement.

Balance metric pressure at 057.

Metric pressure

sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Docking hatch open and clear.

Radioactivity meters online.

Ready for exposure.

Prepare to load M.R.D.

M.R.D. removed from containment.

Preparing to load.

Keep full exposure duration

no more than ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

seven...

Insertion of M.R.D. commencing.

...five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Jim. Jim, Jim.

The pressure dropped below 029.

We have to abort.

All right, abort.

It's that damn bracket again.

We're gonna have

to reconfigure the output.

I know how to fix it.

It might take a while to recalibrate.

Why don't you take a break?

I don't take breaks.

What about that stack

of readouts in your office?

Have you gone through those yet?

Oh.

I see what you're doing.

You do?

You want me to sleep.

You're onto me.

Fine.

I'll leave you be to work

on that for a bit.

But I'm not napping.

Okay, Jim, get ready.

Matty, close the docking hatch.

Handle left 45 degrees.

Slide forward,

then lock at high noon

and engage sequence.

Chuck, I don't, uh...

Matty, let's go.

The left and right...

Matty, he could come back any second.

The left and right,

they're not, um...

The left and right...

Matty, you've done it

a thousand times.

Do it now.

You're still chasing after her, huh?

I never realize that's what

I'm doing... until I do it.

The power to cross

the universe in an instant.

The impossible dream

becomes possible.

All the unbelievable things

you could accomplish,

the eternal questions

you could answer.

And you just want to get laid.

- You'd do the same if it were you.

- You're probably right.

The machine still works.

But the M.R.D. is gone.

We could try to find the money.

Thirty six hours? I don't see how.

What about Klaus?

You have seen the future.

Could buy some stocks,

play the over-under on a game.

You didn't happen to catch

the news before you left?

It's over.

I'm done with the past.

If this is goodbye...

...least I could do

is buy you dinner.

Okay.

We'll let Jim Prime

keep on without a clue,

at least until you're gone.

Yeah. Where's Matty?

He was devastated by what he did.

Didn't want to face you.

This is you.

I mean him.

I should take this.

Go ahead and order.

I'll be right back.

It's not done yet.

Chuck told me everything.

Chuck is an a**hole.

I want to hear it from you.

Why did you really

go through the wormhole?

Because my heart was broken.

And you blame me?

Abby, the only one

to blame here is me.

I did it to myself.

I'm willing to let technology

take some of the fall here.

So, I understand the only way

to get the other Jim

into the wormhole

is to show up tomorrow

with the dahlia and Klaus.

That is one scenario, yeah.

One that I would prefer

not to repeat.

But if it would save your life...

It wouldn't, because we're

about five million shy

of there even being a wormhole.

I can get the money.

No.

Any questions about the menu?

Can you please give us a minute?

But it would be for us.

Then we can have more time together.

Look! I'm not gonna let you do that.

It's my choice, not yours.

Then it'll be your choice.

Take me as far as you can.

Checking in?

Yes.

Name, please.

James Beale.

Seems you are already staying

with us, Mr. Beale.

What?

Right.

I forgot my key card.

May I get a replacement, please?

Of course.

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.

John Bane's time-space

excursion was not to his own past.

Little did he realize

he had traveled to the past

of a parallel universe...

A timeline so similar to his own,

he had simply overlooked

the differences.

An infinite number of possibilities,

an infinite number of choices,

an infinite number of outcomes.

Take me to The Grand Hotel.

Mr. Meisner, would you be so kind

as to wait here while I escort

Ms. Ross and her dahlia

to the lab floor?

Is this really what you want?

Isn't there usually champagne

at these things?

I could kill

a whole bottle right now.

Oh, so, this is the way

it's gonna be.

It's the way it has to be.

The way it is.

It only seems that way now,

but eventually you'll see it

in a different light.

So that's it, then? It meant nothing.

Put these on.

I don't want you to miss a thing.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Slide forward.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

I'm not interested,

so don't even try.

It may not look like it,

but I'm actually working.

Do you know who I am?

Should I?

Oh, my God.

You look just like him.

Who?

John.

A physicist named John Bane.

What a coincidence. I'm a physicist.

They say he invented a time machine.

Did he?

No one knows.

Anyways, he died in a lab explosion

before I got to interview him.

Really?

That's too bad.

The fire destroyed all of his work.

It's sad, really.

To be so close to controlling time,

and then poof... gone in an instant.

Time is a great teacher

that eventually kills

all of its students.

I like that one. That's a good one.

You have any more?

Yeah. Have a drink with me.

I'll tell you all about

my time-travel experiment.

Mine would make

for a much better story.

Your story is better?

Is that a fact?

No, just a theory.

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