EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - DAY (PAST)

               Parked at the same spot as before and smoking, Reed stares
               towards Walcott's house with a strange sense of wonder. He
               puts out the cigarette and begins walking towards it.

               Scattered about the lawn are toys, a swing set, and a bike
               with training wheels is parked near the front door.

               Reed reaches the front door and knocks. The door creaks
               slightly open, one latch lock still locked from the inside.
               The left side of Walcott's face is seen through the small
               space of the open door.

                                   REED
                         Can I come in?

                                   WALCOTT
                             (Nervously)
                         I'm actually writing right now.
                             (Beat)
                          "Misplaced Objects." 

                                   REED
                         I remember the idea, it sounded...
                             (Beat)
                         We should hang out.

               Walcott half-smiles through the door.

                                   WALCOTT
                         We'll hang out. I'm just...
                             (beat)
                         My hands are tied. I have to - it's
                         important, I think.

               Reed is not struck by Walcott's discombobulated presence, but
               acting as if he's seen it one too many times.

                                   REED
                             (Leans forward)
                         I'll check up on you again. Soon.

                                   WALCOTT
                             (Nods)
                         Okay.

               Walcott awkwardly shuts the door, trying to hide the
               weirdness of his actions.

               Reed sulks, his head hanging low. He turns to his car. He
               looks upwards with a questioning demeanor. Reed is taken by a
               lone dark cloud on a sunny day. 

               Several miles away the small cloud is seen to be forming rain
               as the sun beats down on everything else.



               INT. THRIFT STORE - CONTINUOUS (PAST)

               Reed and Blue look over a large ping-pong table, checking the
               give on it and how stable it is.

                                   BLUE
                         The foot casts, the video tape
                         evidence, the DNA. This is not all
                         circumstantial.

                                   REED
                         I'm not saying Sasquatch isn't
                         real, I'm just saying some of the
                         evidence is faulty.

                                   BLUE
                         No, Reed. You will lose friend
                         privileges if you speak any further
                         on this subject.

               As he chuckles, Reed's eyes wander towards EMILY (Alison
               Lohman), a young woman with a stack of records in her hand.
               She glances back towards Reed, who looks away quickly.

                                   REED
                             (Referring to Emily)
                         Who is that?

                                   BLUE
                         Oh, that's Emily. 
                             (Beat)
                         That was my first strike out here
                         in town.

                                   REED
                         You didn't get anything?

                                   BLUE
                         Not even a hug.

               Reed laughs.

                                   REED
                         Sorry, buddy.

                                   BLUE
                         The joke is on her, though...

               A silence passes as Blue abandons the sentence.

                                   REED
                         What's the joke?

                                   BLUE
                         I don't know, but it's on her.
                             (Beat)
                         Her Mom works at the store. She's
                         really let herself go.

               Emily passes by Blue and Reed, raising her hand and waving at
               Blue and muttering "Hi." Blue rolls his eyes as she passes.

                                   REED
                         She seems nice. Emily, I mean.

               Reed and Blue position themselves at either side of the
               table. They fold it up and walk it to a register that is
               nearby. Emily stands a few feet away.

               An album slowly slips from her grasp. Reed notices. As it is
               almost about to fall and collide with the ground, Reed jumps
               forward and catches it.

               Emily delivers a smile that can only be described as glowing.
               Reed can not manage any words so he makes his way back to
               Blue, who seems disappointed that Reed helped her out. 

                                   BLUE
                             (Whispering)
                         Wuss.



               INT. BLUE'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (PAST)

               Several party going young people are spread across a large
               living room area as the music being blasted from a stereo is
               muffled by conversation. 

               Blue and Reed stand with beers in hand and ridiculous
               Christmas themed sweaters on. Blue's sweater is just a rather
               large portrait of Santa Claus's face with a large beard made
               of white fabric hanging separate of everything else. Reed's
               seems to have a portrait of several elves ice skating on a
               rink.

               The front door opens across the way and Lydia enters with her
               sister Kirstin. Reed's eyes are attached to Lydia. Blue
               finally looks over to see the twins.

                                   BLUE
                         Kirstin is mine.

                                   REED
                             (Unimpressed)
                         Good luck with that.



               INT. BLUE'S HOUSE - GARAGE - MOMENTS LATER (PAST)

               A tag team game of beer pong is played as Reed and Lydia
               stand in the corner conversing.
               Reed is kind of distant but this seems only to motivate
               Lydia's almost overflowing admiration for him.

                                   LYDIA
                             (Referring to the game)
                         Why aren't you competing?

                                   REED
                         I'm not much of a drinker. Unless
                         something troubles me.

                                   LYDIA
                             (Nods)
                         Same.

               Lydia takes a rather large chug of the beer in her hand.

                                   REED
                             (Smirks)
                         Something troubling you?

                                   LYDIA
                         Normal stuff. My parents visited.
                         That's been getting more and more
                         awkward.

                                   REED
                         I know what you mean.

                                   LYDIA
                             (Interested)
                         Do tell.

               Reed seems to gather a list of things in his head he needs to
               spout out.

                                   REED
                         Well, my real mother was a war
                         activist in the Vietnam era. My
                         father was a P.O.W.
                             (Beat)
                         They own an adult video arcade
                         somewhere in Tallahassee last time
                         I heard.

                                   LYDIA
                             (Not convinced)
                         Really now?

                                   REED
                         Yep. It's a hard, strange world.

               Lydia brushes up against Reed lovingly and smiles.

                                   LYDIA
                         That's a pretty good story.

                                   REED
                         That's what the people tell me.

               Lydia's light chuckle is muted mostly as the excitement of
               the game is heard loudly.



               INT. BLUE'S HOUSE - KITCHEN (PAST)

               "A Simple Twist of Fate" by Bob Dylan reverberates from the
               garage.

               The party is done and only Reed and Blue sit at the small
               table in the corner of the room. Blue is only half conscious
               while Reed is telling a very long winded, drunken series of
               events.

                                   REED
                             (Rubbing his face)
                         So it's the - uh - like I'm time
                         traveling and I don't know what to
                         do. If they - I - don't live it
                         right what will happen, you know?
                         In the - uh, future days of the -
                         uh - thing.

               Reed looks over to see Blue is now passed out with a small
               bit of drool rolling out of his mouth and on to the table.

               Reed sighs, shrugs, and lies his head down.

               Suddenly Blue jerks his head up and looks around, confused.
               As he puts down is head he manages a sentence.

                                   BLUE
                             (Mumbling)
                         I like those twins...



               INT. REED'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - MORNING (PRESENT)

               Reed's eyes slowly open as a fan above him blows crisp
               morning air on him. He sits up in the darkened room,
               confused. He gets out of bed and shuts a nearby window. On
               his way back to bed, he sees it. Lydia is lying asleep on the
               other side of the bed.

               Reed quietly lies down next to Lydia. She rustles about for a
               moment and then lies down with her head on his chest.

                                   LYDIA
                         Thanks baby.

               Reed kisses Lydia on the head and goes to sleep.



               INT. REED'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - LATER (PRESENT)

               Lydia is seen sitting silently and reading a chapter of a
               large college textbook in between taking spoonfuls of cereal. 

               Reed wanders in with his hair going five different ways,
               clearly fresh out of bed. He takes a seat across from Lydia
               and watches her for a moment. She barely notices his
               appearance.

                                   REED
                         You look dashing today.

               Lydia keeps her head in her textbook.

                                   LYDIA
                             (Occupied)
                         Thanks.

               Reed takes a look around. The kitchen is a mess. There are
               beer bottles scattered out on the counter.

                                   REED
                         How are you doing?

                                   LYDIA
                             (Stressed)
                         I need to read this whole chapter
                         in the next five minutes.
                             (Beat)
                         I'm sorry, it's just... I have a
                         responsibility to myself here. I
                         can't mess this up.

               Reed nods and gets out of his chair. He approaches the
               kitchen counter and starts cleaning, making a lot of racket.

                                   LYDIA (CONT'D)
                             (Annoyed)
                         Can you do that when I leave?

                                   REED
                         Oh.
                             (Beat)
                         Yeah, of course.

                                   LYDIA
                         Thanks.

               Reed leans in and is greeted by a bright smile and kiss from
               Lydia. As he backs away he sees a picture frame in the corner
               of his eye. It shows Lydia and another man holding each other
               and staring deeply in to the other's eyes.

                                   REED
                             (Quietly groans)
                         Here we go.



               INT. PRICEMART - STOCK ROOM - AFTERNOON (PRESENT)

               Reed is now fully dressed in his work attire and feverishly
               looking at the 10 minute chart that shows the employees
               working that day. All the names are that of people he does
               not recognize. 

               He reaches above the chart and takes out a schedule book.
               Again, all the names are different. 

                                   REED
                             (To himself)
                         Where are you, Blue?

                                   KEITH (O.S.)
                         What?

               Reed turns and sees Keith, taking a bite out of a sub
               sandwich.

                                   REED
                         Oh, nothing.

                                   KEITH
                         Here.

               Keith hands Reed a yellow phone.

                                   KEITH (CONT'D)
                         Someone needs a key cut.

               Reed nods and walks away.



               EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - DAY (PRESENT)

               Reed sits inside of his car, staring across the street. A CAR
               pulls in to the driveway across the street. Out walks a
               middle-aged couple. They are caught up in a conversation as
               they make their way to the front door and enter it.

               Reed pulls away from the scene disappointed.



               EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - DAY (PRESENT)

               Aimlessly wandering about a walkway that combines every
               corner of the large college campus is Reed. He takes a seat
               at a small bench and pulls out a small campus map, looking
               around and hoping nobody notices how lost he is.

               Emily takes a seat next to Reed without him fully noticing
               her presence. She pulls down a bag of books and fiddles
               around with a pair of headphones that are tangled beyond
               comprehension.

               Reed turns his head to see her knee-deep in this struggle.

                                   REED
                             (Smiling kindly)
                         I'll help you with that if you help
                         me with something else.

                                   EMILY
                         It obviously depends on what I have
                         to do for you. 

                                   REED
                         I need to find the uh - I don't
                         know, admissions building?
                             (Beat)
                         Somewhere I can talk to a
                         counselor?

                                   EMILY
                         Like a psychiatrist or a guy that
                         tells you what classes to take?

                                   REED
                         We'll start with the second one. If
                         we find success there, we'll try
                         the other one.

                                   EMILY
                         Alrighty. 
                             (Beat)
                         You first.

               Emily smiles wide and hands Reed the headphones. He begins to
               untangle them as she looks on.

                                   REED
                         Is this place worth the hole in my
                         wallet?

                                   EMILY
                         Probably. Any college can be worth
                         your time if you find some sort of
                         passion that guides you.

                                   REED
                         You find that passion yet?

                                   EMILY
                         That's an awful personal question,
                         don't you think?

                                   REED
                         I thought all we did in this city
                         was talk about what we do.

                                   EMILY
                             (Slightly insulted)
                         Maybe we're not all the same, new
                         guy.
                             (Beat)
                         You know... we work together.

               Reed tilts his head in confusion.

                                   REED 
                         I've been very forgetful lately.

                                   EMILY
                         That's fine. Most things aren't
                         worth remembering. Some are
                         actually worth forgetting.

                                   REED
                         Like high school.

                                   EMILY
                         I was thinking more along the lines
                         of what drunk people tell you at 2
                         AM via text message. You know the
                         type, nothing spelled right. Just
                         endless dribble.

                                   REED
                         I know the type.

               Emily shoots Reed a glare, picking up that he may be that
               type. She shoots to change the subject.

                                   EMILY 
                         I love the city. That's the reason
                         for going here.
                         It has something pure and untouched
                         and seedy and raped about it.

                                   REED
                             (Shrugs)
                         I kind of get what you mean.

                                   EMILY
                         We're like a raped virgin.

                                   REED
                         That's a funny way to say it.

                                   EMILY
                         I always say things in a funny way,
                         it's a talent. 
                             (Beat)
                         If it doesn't make sense, just let
                         me know. It's all scattershot.

               Reed hands over the headphones, untangled. 

                                   REED
                         Done.

                                   EMILY
                         Good work, new guy. 

               Emily points just to her right, at a building that has
               "Admissions" written in big block letters on it.

                                   REED
                         You know... it makes sense.

               Emily stands up.

                                   EMILY
                         As much as anything can, I guess.

               Emily smiles and waves goodbye. Reed stands and begins
               walking towards the building. He stops and looks back at
               Emily as she puts the headphones on.

               Just as he does this, she looks back, grinning. She waves
               goodbye one more time.



               INT. REED'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM (PRESENT)

               Dressed in nothing much more than a old bathrobe Reed sits on
               the couch with a laptop computer resting on him. The website
               that he is surfing is an archive of old Powerball numbers.



               INT. REED'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - NIGHT (PRESENT)

               Lydia lies on Reed's bed, her pajamas on and reading from
               another textbook. Reed enters, taking off his work shirt at
               the door and smiling at Lydia, waiting for her to look his
               way. He becomes bored doing so and gives up. 

               Reed slowly walks to the other side of the bed, eyeing her
               the whole way, becoming more uncomfortable with her presence.
               He climbs in and ducks under the covers. Lydia still has not
               acknowledged him. Reed leans over to kiss Lydia on the neck,
               she pushes him away.

                                   REED
                         What's wrong?

                                   LYDIA
                         I'm not in the mood.
                             (Beat)
                         Sorry.

               Lydia begins to fidget with her cell phone. As she texts she
               makes sure to ever so slightly slant the phone away from Reed
               so he does not see her words.

               Lydia giggles as she reads a message.

               Reed motions a gun blowing his brains out as he lies his head
               down and sleeps.



               INT. REED'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - MORNING (PAST)

               Reed wakes on the couch again, this time suffering from a
               rather nagging headache. He rubs his head and groans.

               Suddenly he bolts up to attention. Reed jumps up and begins
               scrambling through drawers located in the kitchen area. He
               finds a pen and paper.

               Reed writes down a sequence of not unlike numbers we saw
               before on the website. Though these numbers to appear to have
               the same sequence, the umbers are all different than the ones
               we saw before.

               Reed fist pumps the air in belief he is about to win a large
               sum of money.



               INT. JERMAINE THE MAJESTIC'S PSYCHIC EMPORIUM (PAST)

               Jermaine is consoling a crying house wife on the "Psychic
               Love Seat" located to the right of the table Reed got his
               first attempted reading at. Reed enters the room.

               Jermaine snaps to attention, shocked at Reed's arrival.

                                   JERMAINE
                             (Yelling)
                         Vamanos, Shirley!

               The shattered house wife jumps up, wipes away the tears, and
               leaves the room. Reed looks at Jermaine perplexed. 

                                   JERMAINE (CONT'D)
                         That's my sister. She's an amateur
                         actress.

                                   REED
                         Got ya.

               Reed takes a seat at the table. Jermaine takes the time to
               take off his hat and cape. He now looks half normal.

                                   JERMAINE
                         No acts.

               Jermaine sits across from Reed.

                                   REED
                         Okay.
                             (Beat)
                         What do you know about me?

                                   JERMAINE
                         You know things. That's obvious.
                         How or why you know these things is
                         fuzzy.

                                   REED
                         That's all you got?

                                   JERMAINE
                         Help me out, Reed.

               Reed is taken back by Jermaine knowing his name.

                                   REED
                         Huh.

                                   JERMAINE
                         You are a lost soul.

                                   REED
                             (Not impressed)
                         Too easy.

                                   JERMAINE
                         Tell me what you know.

               Reed sits in silence, gathering his thoughts.

                                   JERMAINE (CONT'D)
                         I am your only friend, Reed! Let us
                         be psychic amigos. Like Siegfried
                         and Roy, Bush and Cheney, Affleck
                         and Damon. A true team.

                                   REED
                         Those are horrible examples.

                                   JERMAINE
                         You obviously have not seen Jersey
                         Girl.

                                   REED
                         Okay.

                                   JERMAINE
                         Lay it on me, soldier.

                                   REED
                         I've been on earth at this time and
                         date before. 

                                   JERMAINE
                         Go on.

               Jermaine's sister enters the room and grabs her purse off the
               couch. She looks at Reed and Jermaine awkwardly.

                                   JERMAINE (CONT'D)
                             (Yelling)
                         Out! Out! Out!

               Jermaine's sister sprints out of the room.

                                   JERMAINE (CONT'D)
                             (To Reed)
                         Go on.

               Reed shakes off the event that has taken place and continues.

                                   REED
                         I'm re-living a time in my life. I
                         don't know why. Or if I'll snap out
                         of a coma and this will all be some
                         odd lucid dream.

                                   JERMAINE
                         Bare with me here.

               Jermaine reaches across the table and flicks Reed on the
               forehead. He grimaces and holds his head in pain.

                                   REED
                         What the hell, man?

                                   JERMAINE
                         So you are not an immortal. But
                         rather a petty time traveler.

                                   REED
                         I'm not sure what I should be
                         doing. The obvious things that one
                         would do are not possible.
                             (Beat, Reed's tone changes
                              from indifferent to
                              serious)
                         There's a lot going on. I can't
                         figure out who I'm supposed to
                         save. Or if I can save anyone.

               The small piece of paper that Reed wrote the Powerball
               numbers on is hanging ever so sightly out of his right pant
               pocket.

                                   JERMAINE
                         There has to be restrictions on
                         wrong doing. This is why the
                         American democracy has risen to
                         such amazing heights.

                                   REED
                         What?

                                   JERMAINE
                         Nevermind that. 
                             (Beat)
                         Did you do anything wrong your
                         first time around?

                                   REED
                             (Abashed)
                         More than I can count.

                                   JERMAINE
                         Well here's your chance to do it
                         right.

               A middle aged woman enters the room with a ten dollar bill in
               her hand.

                                   JERMAINE (CONT'D)
                         Keep me posted.



               INT. PRICEMART - HARDWARE AISLE (PAST)

               Reed is tidying up the aisle, bringing things forward and
               making things look good for the next morning. He looks at his
               watch and sighs. He looks up again and sees Lydia at the end
               of the aisles, looking at him.

                                   REED
                         Hey.

                                   LYDIA
                         Hi.

                                   REED
                         What can I do for you?

                                   LYDIA
                         Someone needs help in Seasonal.

                                   REED
                         Okay.

               Reed morosely makes his way past Lydia. She quickly turns and
               stops him.

                                   LYDIA
                         Reed.

                                   REED
                         Yeah?

               Reed continues walking, his back turned to Lydia.

                                   LYDIA
                             (Playfully)
                         Stop!

               Reed stops walking and turns back.

                                   REED
                         Yeah?

                                   LYDIA
                         We should hang out.

                                   REED
                         When?

                                   LYDIA
                         Tonight, after work. 
                             (Looks at her watch)
                         That's in like 15 minutes.

               Reed looks towards the Seasonal aisles and back at Lydia. He
               shifts his head and cracks a smile, as if a light bulb has
               gone off in his head.

                                   REED
                             (Exuding excitement)
                         I'm busy tonight. Maybe another
                         time.

                                   LYDIA
                             (Disappointed)
                         Oh. Okay.

               Reed grins as he walks away. Lydia stands stuck in place, as
               if Reed had said something she hadn't heard in a very long
               time, if ever.



               INT. REED'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (PAST)

               Reed takes off his shoes at the door. The lights are off. He
               plops his whole body down on the couch, ready for sleep. The
               phone rings. Reed reaches for the phone but then pulls back.

                                   REED
                             (To himself)
                         Nope.

               Reed picks up the remote to the stereo and turns on a very
               mellow record. He closes his eyes.