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Ouch!

I think I... I'm beginning to get the hang of this.

Oh, really?

All right we have 34 hours and change.

Excuse me... Can I be of any assistance?

Uh, yeah, maybe you can.

We, we just got here.

Oh, um, so I see.

We're a little off-course.

Actually, we took a wrong turn.

Listen, can you tell us exactly where we are?

You mean you don't know?

Maybe you'd better have a cup of tea first.

Okay? Come on.

Come on.

There. Now help yourself.

Thank you.

I hope it's not too, strong.

No, it looks fine.

So, uh, whose party is this anyway?

Oh, it's, uh, just a little impromptu sort of thing,

just thrown together by a bunch of us.

It's a lovely day for a party, isn't it?

A costume party maybe.

Oh, no. No, no that would, never be allowed.

Why is that? You got some kind of rules here?

Oh, yes, we have enough rules to shake a violin bow at, uh,

no, uh, gates and locks, and electrified fences.

We're going to take a look around.

Is there something that I could show you, perhaps?

No, no, we just wanna soak in the atmosphere.

No, no, no, no, you stay and have your tea.

We'll be right back.

You'll hear about that later.

Yeah, well, too bad about that,

but we had to check this place out.

Electric fences, I don't like the sound of that.

Yeah.

So, did we slide into a prison without getting captured,

thus eliminating the usual gunplay and middle men?

Something like that.

So, and as it turns out, Mrs. Twiddles, prior to joining us,

was a performance art taxidermist.

I mean, there are many people here

with a lot of very interesting stories.

Now, how would you like a little Mozart?

Attention residents.

Return to your rooms immediately.

That's the riot police.

- Riot? - Yes.

They call this a riot?

Yes they do. It's best we get out of here!

Uh, maybe until we figure things out, we ought to...

Do what he says?

- Yeah. - Good idea.

Let's go.

Okay, right there. Here we go.

Obey our commands or force will be used.

What if you found a portal to a parallel universe?

What if you could slide into a thousand different worlds

where it's the same year and you're the same person,

but everything else is different?

And what if you can't find your way home?

Sliders.

Report to your rooms at once!

Whatever it is, we don't want any.

Come on while the gate's open!

What about Mallory and Diana?

Well, there's nothing we can do for them now.

We're gonna have to come back.

I'm really going to hear about this later.

Come on, this way!

Keep going, Mallory! We won't help anybody if we're all caught!

Well, it's about time you guys got here.

Look, I am telling you, I don't belong here!

I am not one of your patients!

This whole fiasco may have undone months of progress.

Re-scan every patient and make the necessary repairs,

and start with her.

I'm not crazy. I'm a scientist!

Orderly!

Dr. Shannon says the patient records

are strewn all over the central courtyard.

Could you maybe go down there and help him pick them up?

I'm all over it.

No the courtyard is the other way.

Wait!

Sean Carter?

Yes, I'm, uh, Sean Carter.

I am terribly sorry. I mistook you for an orderly.

I am Dr. Ruskin. When did you arrive?

Just as all hell broke loose.

I'm sorry you saw that.

We had a bit of an incident this morning.

But believe me, they are few and far between.

I'm sure they are.

Ah, I see you've found your temp card.

Uh, yes. I noticed it there on the table.

Is, uh, this your clipboard?

Yes.

And these are your employment papers.

You can look them over when you get a chance.

Just sign them and get them back to me at your convenience.

Great. Well, I am anxious to get back to work.

Uh... where is the courtyard again?

That is funny, Dr. Carter.

The orderlies can handle that.

Now I need you to get down to Room 12, to check on Jane White.

Sure. What's her status?

Jane is just one of our incurables

and needs to be looked in on from time to time.

Consider it done.

Oh, and, Dr. Carter, welcome aboard.

"Sean Carter, cognitive therapy intern."

This could work.

I won't go.

Don't you know by now that...

that your remapping has no effect on me?

I'm, uh, not here to remap you.

Then why have you come?

I just dropped by to see how you're doing.

Everything okay?

Things are as good as they're gonna get.

Right.

So, uh, what were you doing when I came in?

Nothing. I wasn't doing anything.

Yeah, you were, you were right there in the corner.

Please, don't tell Dr. Ruskin.

If you tell Dr. Ruskin, I'll be punished.

What's the big deal?

It'll wash right off. What are they?

I just, see 'em in my head and I draw 'em.

I think that they're messages...

from beyond this reality.

Too bad about the party, huh? Hmm.

I think I have a pretty good idea

of what Neural Remapping Institute means.

It means insane asylum.

Oh, no, that's an archaic term,

and very politically incorrect.

We prefer, um, rest home.

Okay, this isn't a problem.

Uh, I'll just wait for things to calm down

and when one of the doctors gets here,

I'll simply explain, I don't belong here.

Oh, of course, dear, like we all did.

I mean, none of us really belong here.

Right, what do I say, I came from a different dimension?

That'll get me out of here real quick.

You wanna hear some music?

Uh, you don't have any strings.

That's what they want you to think.

Why are you here?

No, wait, wait, let me guess, let me guess,

let me guess. You are a dancer?

No.

Uh, a painter?

Only in my dining room.

Oh, hmm. Well, if I may be so bold,

what did you do to earn your stay here?

I didn't do anything.

Look, you might say I sort of popped in, out of thin air.

Oh, that is very imaginative.

That makes you a perfect candidate for remapping.

And once that starts, there is no popping out again.

Really? Why, what do you mean?

Oh, it just means that, uh, the map of your mind won't be the same.

That's what they do here.

They change the map of your mind and without a map, you're lost.

Don't be fooled by appearances, all right?

We're not all what we seem to be.

They're here.

By my calculations, my feet hurt about three miles' worth.

And not one single driver stopped to pick us up.

I must be losing my touch.

I'm thinkin' that Mallory and Diana didn't make it out of that place.

So we stick to our routine.

We get a room at the Chandler and we spend the night.

If we don't see them by morning,

we'll have to go back in.

Everything's so drab here.

Yeah.

Must be colorless world. Everything's so gray.

Here's a boarded up art gallery.

It's too bad, because this place could use some spritzing up.

Notice.

"This facility has been found in violation

"of federal order number 534B.

"The Creativity Curtailment Act."

Creativity curtailment? What the hell is that?

Museums are against the law?

Hey, take it easy. Take it easy.

It's okay. We're not going to hurt you.

Look, if you're from the Oakwood,

you'll have to kill me before I go there.

Okay, listen, that is the last place we would want to be from.

Okay? Now, what are you doing here?

- Are you cops? - No.

What then? Salvagers?

You don't look like salvagers to me.

We're new in town, so we're a little out of touch

with what's been going on back here.

I was saving this.

Why on Earth?

It's art!

- If you say so. - Are you a salvager?

Yeah, there's not much left to salvage.

Most of it's been destroyed by the CC Police.

You mean painting is against the law?

Painting, music, poetry,

any medium where new ideas and thoughts can be expressed.

Where the hell have you been, China?

Even farther than that.

Hmm, well, maybe you should just go back there,

because any place is better than the corporate states.

Look, since they've been running things,

all creativity has been verboten.

That is crazy. Why?

Well, the story is that free expression leads to anger,

anxiety and despair and stuff like that,

but that's all a smokescreen.

The truth is that it provides a platform for free thought.

Not to mention enjoying life.

Huh, well, the corporate take is

those wacky creative types,

tend to jumble things up with their crazy ideas.

They threaten the status quo, which is pretty dull.

Look, I gotta go.

There's not much left here,

but if you're interested in salvaging,

you might want to try the old music store down the street.

And be careful for the Brain Nazis, they're everywhere.

Wow.

I'm not really an expert, but these are pretty good.

They locked you up because you drew these?

Uh-uh, because I felt them.

I lived them.

They come to me in dreams.

Wait.

I don't understand them.

Just don't do that, okay?

Why not?

That's what you're going to do to me, isn't it?

Just crumple me up and throw me away?

No, no...

Look, I tried to explain to you before, I... I don't really work here.

I'm just passing through.

Look, I have to go find someone,

but I'll be back.

Uh, excuse me,

I'm looking for a friend.

No, I don't mean I'm looking for a friend.

That is, I'm not looking for volunteers to be my friend.

Well, for someone who needs a friend,

you sure are finicky, friend.

Actually, I'm looking for a woman.

Who isn't?

I can see this isn't gonna be easy.

Oh, no, you don't! Stop!

Look, I don't belong here! I'm not crazy, okay?

I'm not one of your patients.

Why don't you believe me? Let me go!

Mallory!

Diet soda.

Rough day?

Yeah, I missed my first day on the job, cause of car trouble.

Cell phone's dead. I'm probably fired.

Where were you heading?

Oakwood Institute.

Sorry, name's Sean Carter.

Sean, I'm Rembrandt Brown. This is Maggie Beckett.

- Nice to meet you. - You, too.

Dr. Carter, there you are.

Just familiarizing myself with the facility.

But of course.

You know, I'd say you're overdue in seeing the remapping theater.

The remapping theater, of course,

I've been dying to see it.

So, Sean, what do you do?

I just finished a PhD in the mental health field.

Yeah, I'm starting an internship at the Oakwood

and then plan to, uh, do some work in remapping,

things like that.

Though I want to work with discordant cognition.

Alice Ruskin, the department head,

is a leader in the field.

Discordant cognition.

We try and try, but we just can't

keep up with the technical stuff. You know, phew.

Yeah, it's tough for laymen.

Let me see if I can explain.

You might call discordant cognition a kind of mental illness.

You see, the brain itself forms unhealthy neural patterns,

which have to be cleared out and then remapped.

In my dissertation I actually worked on two theories.

One suggests that creativity is a result of nurturing.

I'm still inclined to think that

most aberrants are born creative.

Hmm, but genetics, you know, they're rather dull.

Very little you can do about them.

So, what do you do?

I'm a singer.

A Singer sewing machine repairman.

He's really good at it, too.

And you should see what this guy can do with a bobbin.

Sounds, uh, interesting.

Wow, look at the time.

I have an early day tomorrow.

It was nice meeting you.

Likewise.

Ow!

Sewing machine repairman?

They could lock you up. Don't you get it?

They commit people like you.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

I'm one of those "wacky creative types."

Do you think he suspects?

I don't know.

But, if we play our cards right,

he could be our ticket back to Oakwood.

Oh, man.

This pair belonged to a sculptor.

When we caught up to him, he was doing nudes.

Can you imagine such a thing?

You see right here...

This is where we located the source of the discordant cognition.

Usually the creative urge is located in the left cranial hemisphere.

You mean the right?

No, I mean the left.

Of course, I stand corrected.

We remapped the synaptic patterns,

so that they detoured around the area,

and here, you can see the changes.

And today, he's a productive

and happy gas station attendant.

Are you always so successful?

In the end, yes.

But sometimes we have to go slowly in stages.

The patient we remapped this morning, for instance.

You've had some problems?

Nothing we can't overcome.

Hmm, this way, I'll show you.

Can I have a few minutes alone with her?

Of course.

Diana.

Can you hear me?

Can you talk?

I don't understand.

What are you trying to tell me?

My God, what have they done to you?

Whoa! How'd you do that?

Wait a minute.

How I envy you.

Envy? What do you envy?

She can see. And she can understand.

Her mind is tapped into the universal consciousness.

She's beyond all limits.

Diana?

Diana, can you hear me this morning?

I... I brought you some coffee.

I thought I'd find you here.

I've never seen anything like it.

No, I'm sure you haven't.

You know I just got a rather interesting phone call.

It seems Sean Carter had car trouble last night.

He called to apologize for being late.

That's obviously someone's idea of a bad joke.

Hmm, I thought of that. I thought of that.

So I asked him the name of his doctoral dissertation.

And he told me.

Do you happen to remember that title?

I see.

Then I really just have one more question for you.

Who are you, really?

Get him out of here.

Take this one, too.

Everybody out, now!

Go! Get out, get out!

Have to hand it to the girl in the art gallery.

She was right about the Brain Nazis.

And Sean, for the record, I am a singer.

Night, night.

All right, well, you take the tranq gun...

and I'll keep this one in case we need more effective medication.

Now, Dr. Carter or whatever your name is,

we are ready to remap.

Is that how you deal with anyone who disagrees with you,

rewire them?

Oh, no. This is how we deal with sociopaths and misfits.

I've been in your ward.

You haven't exactly cured those people.

Unfortunately, the remapping isn't always 100% effective.

But, those who don't fully recover are well taken care of.

Unlike yourself.

You don't know anything about me.

Hmm, let's see, you infiltrated this facility,

you assumed a false identity.

Obviously you're some kind of spy,

or worse, some freethinking terrorist.

We're just lucky we caught you in time

before you could do any more damage.

Sounds like this world could use more people like me.

Spoken like a true individualist.

The fewer of you there are, the better off we are.

Ruskin. Was that the name?

Yeah, Dr. Alice Ruskin.

108. Let's go.

Okay, that should just about do it.

Aren't you in the least bit interested in what's going on with my friend?

Oh, I'm very interested,

but not in what you have to say about it.

We've seen these telekinetic side effects before.

Not quite on this scale,

but I plan to fix it just as soon as I see to you.

Fix it? That's a good one.

My friend was happy until you got to her.

Happy?

Happy with her brain all tangled up in discordant cognition?

Well, she might have thought she was happy,

with all those wild, illogical thoughts coursing through her head,

but she couldn't really be content that way.

Shouldn't that be her decision?

Hasn't society tried that? Hmm?

People cannot be trusted to formulate their own ideas.

The result is...

chaos.

That's why we have the government.

I imagine the inmates are running the asylum there, too.

Enough of this. Let's get started.

Hold it!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. You waiting for an invite?

Just burning this image into my brain.

I want to remember it.

How warm and fuzzy of you.

Now do I have to say please?

What's the matter with her?

The people here have some process

that rewires the brain to squash creative urges.

We heard about that.

Well, try this out.

Where she and I come from, the right brain processes artistic ability,

creativity, stuff like that.

Sure, psych 101.

Well, on this world, the left side of the brain performs those functions.

These guys tried to work on Diana

with a faulty schematic and botched the job!

You saying that these bastards fried her brain?

I don't think so.

But something has caused a kind of crossed circuit.

It's woken up parts of her brain

that she's not normally in touch with.

She can make a windstorm and cause things to float.

But she can't talk.

So who can reverse this?

I think you just shot her.

Well, there's got to be another doctor here who can do it.

We're running out of time.

I got an idea.

Diana... can you hear me?

We're here.

Baby, you're not alone.

Seems like you have the run of the place.

I'm trying to make employee of the month.

Everybody, this is Jane.

She shares some kind of special link with Diana.

I'm not exactly sure what.

Hello, Jane.

I'm Rembrandt.

Can you help our friend?

Why would I want to do that?

How is that gonna help us?

Listen, Jane, we need to get our friend out of this trance.

She's beyond your help. She's beyond all of us.

She's out there.

She left her body.

Her mind is now one with the universe.

Check please.

We leave you in charge for a few hours...

Jane, listen carefully.

Our friend doesn't want to be one with the universe.

She does.

I can feel her energy.

She cares about you very much...

But she's happy.

Diana's where she wants to be.

Okay, people, less talk and a little more action.

Let's get her to the remapping room.

Dr. Ruskin?

What's going on?

I think our time has run out.

Someone must have found Dr. Ruskin and the nurse.

That doesn't change anything.

We still need to do this.

Wait a minute,

maybe we could use some help from the crazy people.

What do you say we stage another riot?

They weren't very good at the first one.

All they need is a little coaching.

So where do they keep the loonies around here?

Back down the hall. Here, this opens the door.

All right, go ahead.

Lock down will be complete.

Uh, everybody, listen up.

We're gonna have ourselves another riot.

I better get my tea.

No, no, no tea, no umbrellas,

no lawn games.

I want you all to think for a minute,

about how much you hate being here.

I want you to think real hard about the way that they treat you.

Now when was the last time you were able to watch TV after 11:00?

I miss Tom Snyder.

Everybody does.

Don't you miss taking trips to the bathroom by yourselves?

Yeah!

When was the last time you really got to play with a sharp object?

Hey, runnin' with the scissors!

What about your conjugal visits?

I bet they don't let crazy people have them.

What's a conjugal?

We won't even talk about the food.

No!

Which tastes like something from out of the inside

of a 30-year-old basketball shoe.

Oh, I'm here to tell you that you gotta get mean!

Yeah!

You got to get angry! You got to go crazy!

That's the stuff!

No more fancy tea parties. Say it!

No more fancy tea parties!

No more fancy tea parties!

No more fancy tea parties! No more fancy tea parties!

Come on, out that door.

That was very good.

You must have done that before.

Yeah, well, when you grew up in a Baptist church,

some things just stick with you.

Make up your mind, brother.

Why'd you do it?

My friend needs help.

You see, where I come from,

people have rights.

To say what they want, what they believe.

And when someone wants to take away those rights,

well, you watch out, 'cause we'll fight like hell to keep them.

I remember a time like that.

A long time ago.

Yeah, well, now if I can find a neurosurgeon,

my day will be complete.

Wait a minute.

I'm a neurosurgeon.

Honest.

Sounds like you really turned on the crazies.

My natural charm.

Look, I think I brought us some help here.

This guy plays a fiddle with no strings.

Yeah, well, he's also Dr. Malcolm White.

He invented this... this neuro-mapper.

Excuse me.

There... There should be a neural map of your friend

still on file in the databank.

And once we find it, we simply use it as a template,

to rechart the neural pathways.

Wait, wait, have we thought this thing through?

Jane?

Hello, Father.

Then you're not a lunatic?

No, the only lunatic thing I ever did was to invent this procedure.

No, correction, the second.

The first was using it on Jane.

Why did you do it in the first place?

I never intended to use this device for political purposes.

I sought to tap into the collective human consciousness,

which exists in limits beyond this dimension.

A realm I believe is accessible

through certain uncharted regions of the brain.

Jane exists half in that place

and half in our own.

She was a willing participant.

She shared in my passion for the unknown.

Unfortunately, when certain governmental powers discovered the device,

they took it, and they erased her neural map.

And without it, I'm helpless. I can't...

I can't restore her.

And as penance I committed myself.

We're ready.

Diana?

She's unchanged.

What do you mean unchanged?

I thought you said you fixed it?

She's gone here.

Oh, my.

You better explain.

It seems that she has attained

what Jane and I tried to achieve.

I mean, this is a formula for consciousness

as it exists extra-dimensionally.

It seems your friend's consciousness

is now in the universal collective,

and her body is just merely a shell.

Just a few minutes, guys.

Reverse the mapping process.

What?

I don't have time to explain it all.

Just apply the process to the left side of her brain.

Will that do it?

This is nuts! I mean, what do you know about brain science?

Just do it!

Do as he says.

All right.

It's anybody's guess.

We're not the sort to leave well enough alone.

I can see that.

You've got a chance here.

That riot out there is gonna be over with soon.

We're gonna be gone.

You're gonna be on your own.

You can use what you know to make a difference.

Or not.

And one last thing, think different.

It's time to go, folks.

Amen.

Let's take her to the bench.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Diana?

Diana?

Remmy?

Where are we?

Well, I don't know. We just got here.

How do you feel?

I don't know. It's hard to say.

Oh!

I had the most incredible dream.

That wasn't a dream.

They, uh, remapped your mind.

But Remmy found the doctor who invented the process,

and he reversed it.

We think.

I was in this very strange place.

It was like my mind was in touch with the cosmos.

And I wanted to reach out,

and to travel beyond the stars.

Oh, we have along way to go.

Well, how about a short trip first?

We can continue this over lunch at that restaurant.

You're always thinking of your stomach.

Maybe we should get Diana some clothes first.

She looks fine.

Hey, I'm glad you're back.

Yeah, me, too.

Did you know, that they don't eat

in the inter-dimensional human collective consciousness?

Hmm. You learn something every day.