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This is Vaughn Horsman wishing you a happy new year and helping you say

to 1949.

Good riddance.

Robert, I didn't hear you come in.

Why the long face?

It's New Year's Eve.

Well, another year gone by and we're stuck in the same rut.

Hardly justifies the celebration.

Doing okay.

There are a lot of families getting by on a lot less than we've got. For God's

sake, Teresa, aren't you tired of just getting by?

We can't even afford a bottle of champagne for tonight.

You're still living in your parents' old house? So what?

I love it here.

Even if we were rich, I still wouldn't want to move.

I don't want to argue about it.

Besides, I have a good feeling about the new year. I'm glad one of us does.

To hell with our damn budget.

I'm going to the door.

My car went off the road last night. Can you give me a lift to Indian Grove?

Pass right by. Hop in. Okay.

Trevor McPhee. I really appreciate this. Ray Carter, and it's my pleasure. Just

don't sit on my book. Oh, sorry.

Is Antarctic the invincible master of time and space?

It's better reading than you think.

It's based on scientific concepts. We're only a few years away from

understanding. It's real cutting -edge stuff.

I see.

Thanks for the lift. Hey, no problem.

Sure you don't want to borrow Zantark?

No, thanks.

Teresa, you home?

I, uh, like we didn't work.

Where have you been?

Oh, I had a car accident. I was going to the store, remember?

I remember.

I thought about it every day of every year you've been gone.

All ten years.

Damn you, Trevor.

There is nothing wrong with your television.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can delete you with a

channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond.

We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive.

For the next hour, We will control all that you see and hear.

You

are

about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the deepest inner

mind to the outer limits.

Our lives follow a long and winding path through time.

But what happens if we're forced off the course of our own destiny?

Teresa, come back here!

What is going on?

What did you redecorate?

I don't understand.

Well, that makes two of us, doesn't it? I don't understand how you had the nerve

to come back here.

Did she leave you? Is that it?

I don't know what you're talking about. Oh, come on, Trevor. I am not the same

naive teenager you walked out on.

I loved you, and I trusted you. Teresa, I swear to God, there is no other woman.

And whatever is going on, I didn't leave you.

You've got to listen to me. Or what?

You walk out on me again?

No great loss.

I've done well enough alone.

Do you know...

You even care that I sat here all that night waiting.

I thought you must have just run into the guy, maybe gone for a drink. But

the next morning when you didn't come back, I had to go through the sheer hell

of wondering whether you were hurt or dead.

I'm sorry, but...

1959? It can't be. It's just... It's not possible. It's just... It's not

possible that I could be gone that long and not remember any of it.

Are you saying that you don't know where you've been?

No, it's a blank.

A complete blank.

How could that be?

I was driving along Poplar Ridge Road and...

And there was this bright light, and the car went off the side of the road, and

then I hit my head.

Look, I can't explain all this, but look, I'm still wearing the same

And then what happened to you?

I don't know.

Maybe the accident gave me amnesia. For ten years, Trevor.

Dr. Golden, it's very important that we know whether amnesia could last that

long. I understand, Theresa.

I'd say that your disappearance has actually improved your health. But I'm

sure it is amnesia. Why can't I remember any of it?

I'm sorry, Trevor, but I just don't have an answer for you.

So, what do I do now? Go home.

Hopefully...

Familiar surroundings will help jog your memory, help you recall some of the

things that happened in the intervening years.

I need to know that you'll be here for me. That this amnesia business isn't

some excuse you made up. What do I have to do to convince you? Look at me.

Ten years of terminating with a stranger around here. You're the only thing I

have left.

Hold on.

Teresa, you're my wife.

You were.

Mr. McPhee, how are you feeling?

Oh, hey.

I'm, uh, I'm okay.

Thanks for asking.

Uh, Ray here picked me up on Poplar Ridge.

Dropped me off at the house.

He was sure in a hurry to get home.

I can see why.

Will,

I, uh, hope to see you again.

Yeah, man.

Go home, Trevor.

Go home.

What do you see?

Light.

So many lights.

So many more people.

God.

You've missed so much.

I need time to catch up.

You're back.

It's me.

It's your father.

But how could that be? I just came back to you yesterday. We just... We just

went to bed last night.

You've got to be kidding, Trevor. It was a decade ago.

Mark is nine years old now.

Mark?

The last time we were together, in the morning when I woke up, you were gone

again.

You pulled another one of your vanishing acts.

Where did I go?

Only you know that. But I don't know!

Cool it, man.

You're scaring the boy.

What the hell are you doing here? I live here now.

What are you saying, Teresa?

Ray and I were married three years ago.

Married? How?

Why? You don't even have to ask, Trevor.

I was a single mother heading toward 40, and you were nowhere to be found.

Was I supposed to wait for you to come back if you did come back? I mean, what

did you expect from me? I expected you to be there for me. We took a vow,

remember? Please don't throw that at me.

In 20 years, you were here once.

That isn't a marriage, and it isn't a family, and Mark needed a family.

Ray has been able to provide what you have.

I think you should leave, McPhee.

This is my house! That's my wife you're holding!

Not anymore.

Wait.

It's impossible.

Look at this.

He hasn't aged.

I can't believe this.

We've got to tell someone about this. Maybe one of your colleagues at the

university or the paper. Are you crazy?

They'll think we're on something. They'll laugh us right out of town.

Get out of here. No. Wait, Trevor.

Wait.

before you can go!

I have to talk to you. Look, I haven't got time. My son died over there, and he

was your age, young man. You should be joining us.

Don't you recognize me?

Oh, did I?

I'm Trevor McPhee.

That's impossible.

McPhee's a middle -aged man by now. We haven't seen him around here in years.

Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I swear to you, it's who I am. Okay,

remember New Year's Day, 1960?

My wife and I came to see you. I'd just been in a car accident. I thought I had

some kind of amnesia. Well, it happened again.

Even I know it's not amnesia.

But something is causing it. Something is responsible for these blackouts I've

been having. Every time that I have one, I... I bounce ahead in time.

Moving back and forth in time, are we? What are you on, son?

LSD, mescaline, peyote? No, I'm not on anything.

My advice to you is to clean yourself up. Get off the drugs.

You'll live longer. No.

like you're going to go to ship out to the Nam.

The what?

The Nam.

Vietnam.

It's a little Southeast Asian country that our government's decided to turn

a graveyard.

We need to begin that. You know why we're doing it, man.

What do you want?

Don't you want to talk?

Look, I know you're pissed at us.

Maybe I'd feel the same way if I were in your shoes.

We want to help you with whatever it is you're going through. I don't want your

help. Then what are you going to do?

Aside from freezing me, I doubt there's a person in this town who would believe

that you are who you say you are. As far as I'm concerned, you stole my wife and

child. So you can take a condescending attitude somewhere else.

Break it out.

How lonely did she have to be before she could get on with her life?

But you think about Mark.

I treat that kid like he's my own son.

But you're his father.

It's not too late to start acting like one and you think about that.

Wait.

causing your blackout. I'm a psychologist now. It isn't all in my

not. I know that. I can't explain why you're not aging, but there's a

possibility that it's a physical manifestation of what's going on in your

The mind is a wild place to explore, man.

It can do anything. It can project itself through time and space.

Oh, you get that from one of your comic books?

We're talking about the fringes of science here.

And I'm your best bet for help.

Now let me check you out, man. Let me get inside your head.

I don't know.

I don't know. It was in my thumb.

I think I'm going to get sick.

Hey, man, what's up? You heard a yell in there?

You get drunk?

What was I saying?

Now, how the hell would I know? But it sounded like you were in a whole other

world, you know?

Like you had a head full of snow, man.

You know what I mean?

You must have been some rough stuff, eh?

You know what I mean?

waiting for your return.

Why dare it, Ben? 1980.

Month here, too.

Somewhere. Let me help you.

No. Stay away from me.

No one can help me. No one. You understand?

Because none of this, and none of you, are real. This is not happening.

Hey,

buddy. Maybe you changed the route you got.

I found me as soon as I saw you.

I've been waiting, you know.

Every ten years.

My clockwork.

Come home.

I don't have them.

But you do.

That's why we're here.

No.

Everything I had is long gone.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

Whatever's taking control of my mind has taken everything that I ever cared

about.

I'm still here.

And Mark.

And Ray still wants to help.

We're 30 years out of sleep.

That doesn't make a difference.

Come back with me.

With us.

Come back to your family.

How long?

Whenever I fall asleep or wander off by myself, I could be gone again.

The chance will have to take.

Looks like it's just you and me.

We're all the stage of things.

Uh, Dad?

Mom thought you'd like something to read to help you catch up.

So, uh, your mother tells me that you're going to college.

Yeah, uh, second year. Science.

Well, that's good.

That's good. That's really good.

You like sports? You play any ball?

Yeah, a little.

First base.

Oh, me too.

Yeah, I was a big Yankees fan.

Yeah, well, they took the pennant in 78.

No kidding.

Yeah, my dad took me to film in 41.

Yeah, just before he died.

It was a World Series game, and DiMaggio was on a streak like you wouldn't

believe.

And we had a great time.

Just me and him.

I wish that I'd been around for you, Mark.

Watched you grow up.

Well, it's okay, Dad. I mean, I know it's not your fault.

All the same, I missed it.

Yeah, they beat the Dodgers in five.

The Brooklyn Dodgers?

Do you know another team by that name?

Well, uh... You know, Dad, it might come as a bit of a shock, but they moved to

L .A.

With Angela?

Yeah.

And the Giants, uh, they went to San Francisco.

Thank you.

Thank you, Aaron.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

You look like hell, Trevor. Yeah, but a full day later and I'm still here.

My expertise is only in astral projection.

Mind over matter stuff.

But best I can tell... Sleep deprivation aside, you're as fit as you were when

Golden examined you.

Physiologically, you're still 25.

But how could that be?

Theoretically, the only way is if time for you has slowed down relative to

everyone else, causing you to age at a much slower pace.

That's crazy.

Not unless you went through a wormhole.

A what?

A wormhole.

A passage through the space -time continuum.

It allows a person to cross vast distances in space.

Therefore, they'd age at a much slower pace than the world they left behind.

Has anybody ever found one of these things?

No, but we have to keep an open mind here, Trevor. We're dealing with the

unknown. So there's nothing physically wrong with me? No, your vitals are fine.

X -rays show nothing more than an extra rib which you've probably had since

birth. Neurological has come back clean. But...

What about all these dreams I've been having? What about the hallucination I

in the bathroom at the bar? There's a possibility that your subconscious mind

trying to tell us something.

A cavern can represent a passage out for some inner turmoil that your waking

mind suppresses. What we need to do is examine your transition phase between

your waking state and your blackout state.

You want me to go to sleep?

It's the only way.

I can go on a little bit longer. No, you can't, Trevor. Look at yourself. You're

running on fear and drugs. You can't keep this up. I have to! I know it's

difficult. Difficult?

Another ten years could have gone by when I come back.

Do you have any idea what it's like to be constantly out of touch with the

world, to be unable to connect with anything or anybody?

I'm finally coming to grips with this.

I'm finally getting to know my son. And until we find an answer, it's only a

temporary reprieve.

Is this really necessary?

It is if we want to find a solution.

Whatever it is that flicks the switch in his brain, it'll be fingerprinted.

What if I walk out the door while your backs are turned?

Well, we'll be keeping a close eye on you.

And just in case we fall asleep on the job, I've got it back.

I'll be filming this all on Super 8.

Anything your body does will be captured right here.

We're all set.

I'm just going to go and get some coffee, and Teresa will keep you

Thanks.

Why is he doing this to me?

He isn't.

He's doing it for himself.

He actually believes that you're the living proof of his way -out theories.

I think he read too many comic books as a kid. As a kid? He still reads them.

I swear, half of his research is based on Van Targ the Invincible.

Then why are you helping me?

Thirty years separates us. Why do you still care?

Do you remember what you said to me last time you were here about our vow?

Something I couldn't hold you to, considering the circumstances.

I know, but it did remind me of the fact that...

We had some very good years together.

And we loved each other.

And we had a son.

I could never completely abandon you.

I'm lucky.

Now, you should just get some sleep.

Time to relax.

Still time.

It didn't happen.

Yes, it did.

It's January, 1990.

But this time we've got it on film.

Where's Ray?

I'm sorry to tell you, Trevor, but Ray passed away.

Lung cancer.

With a good husband.

I know.

But, uh, he left you something.

Come on.

Get dressed.

Hi, Ed.

Glad you're back.

So am I.

Maybe I'll stay a little longer this time.

Better sit down, Trevor.

You are not going to believe what I saw ten years ago.

After seeing that, I almost believe him. Just listen to him.

What was he proposing?

That I access your subconscious.

How? Through hypnotic regression, so that I can speak to your sleeping mind.

You know how to do that?

Mom went back to school as a mature student.

She's already working on her doctorate in psychology.

What do you think's going to happen?

I have no idea.

But I hope that you'll tell us where you've been going, and perhaps more

importantly, why.

I don't know about this. What if you can't bring me back?

Trevor, I'm 60 years old.

Next time you return, I may not be here.

You've got to trust me.

It's New Year's Eve, 1949, Trevor.

And you're driving down Poplar Ridge Road.

Do you remember?

Uh, a light.

A brilliant white light, and it's coming straight at me, and I can't see. And

then what happened, Trevor? What happened next?

She was brought to us.

Who are you? A visitor.

From where?

Far away.

Over all the machinery that...

searches the cosmos for other forms of life and transports it

using wormholes.

Wormholes? Ray talked about wormholes.

They distort time.

We use them to bring hosts to our world

to join with.

We can only experience.

Other worlds through the sense organs of a host.

We enter a being and then travel back to

its world.

Returning to our own at intervals to share our discoveries.

You're a parasite.

A symbiote.

Why haven't you made your presence known to us before this?

We are a psychic race, able to communicate only through our host's

subconscious mind.

So you're physically inside of him now?

I am the extra rib your husband found.

You must know that you're destroying his sanity.

You're hurting him. How?

Every time you transport him back and forth to your world, he gets further and

further out of sync with our time.

For every day he's gone, ten years pass here.

I don't understand.

Does your species have a history?

History?

Yes, a progression through time where everything that comes before is joined

what comes after.

I don't understand before or after our species

as only being and non -being.

That's the difference. Can't you see that?

History is built on everything each one of us does in our lives. To be removed

from that process is damaging to us.

I understand.

Your perception of time is different. The injury was

unintentional. So, you'll separate from him now?

Yes.

No! Not again!

Not like this!

Thank you.

I was worried sick.

Oh, my God.

You're young again.

What? Where have you been?

They must have used a wormhole to send me back.

You've been drinking.

Oh, no.

No, not a drop.

I just... I realized you were right.

It's going to be a good year.

Life is at best an uncertain path.

Perhaps we should be grateful with what we have, for even these riches may

disappear along the way.