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How many days does it take to open your eyes?

How much time has to pass

to feel as if you've forgotten who you are?

The shifting between you

and who you used to be is perpetual,

fluid-like in nature.

You lose track of the identity born into the skin.

Good morning.

You forget the body's name,

what the body likes to eat, to touch.

What it likes to feel.

Pleasures and distastes only fade with time,

melting into the surreal persona of who you think you are

instead of who you actually are.

The boundaries of my world are endless,

always changing, always in motion.

A fluid form constantly evolving,

changing to its environment.

I am fear.

I am panic.

I am delusion.

How are you doing?

What are you gonna do today?

You should paint.

I don't paint.

What do you mean?

I mean I don't paint.

You should go upstairs. Look at your gallery.

Maybe it'll bring something back.

Can you scrub that for me? I gotta get dressed.

I love you.

I gotta go.

Try to do something today.

You'll feel better. I promise.

If you refuse to take part in the dream,

you wake up.

A cold sweat, that chill.

A reminder that what you just lived isn't real.

There's no sweat, no chill.

Just more of the same.

I can't wake up. Maybe this isn't a dream after all.

Does she know you're here?

Uh...

No, she doesn't.

That's interesting.

So what does she think you're doing?

Work, probably?

I don't know.

I don't even think she's aware enough

to realize that I'm not there.

So I take it things haven't improved.

No.

Eh, she could be getting worse.

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

She's distant.

When you say distant, can you explain?

It's the same as it was before.

I'm sorry.

This is...

I never thought I'd be experiencing this firsthand.

Watching her slip away.

She looks at me like she doesn't even know who I am anymore.

Well does she?

What else could be triggering this distance between you two?

She's quiet.

Almost non-existent.

Talks in her sleep more than she talks to me.

Does she make any sense

when she's talking in her sleep?

Not really.

She moves around a lot. Talks about water.

Well, dreams of drowning

represent severe emotional trauma usually.

It's the mind's way of telling the body

that it's getting too much emotional stimuli.

It could have something to do

with the way she's been acting towards you.

It's not just me, though. It's...

She won't leave the house, go to the store, out to dinner.

It's like she's walled herself off completely

from the rest of the world.

Like she doesn't want to be a part of it anymore.

Is she suicidal?

She hasn't tried,

but I don't know if I could give you

a definitive answer one way or the other.

That's very concerning.

It's your responsibility

to make sure she doesn't go down that path.

You understand?

Yeah.

Yes.

Of course, I understand.

How are you doing otherwise? Honestly?

Uh...

I'm watching the love of my life melt away

and there's nothing I can do to stop it

because I don't know who she is anymore.

Nay?

I'm home.

It's so quiet when Lucas is gone.

He thinks I like the quiet.

I don't.

But when the skin forgets the mind,

there isn't much to say.

There isn't much to think or do.

The silence becomes your prison,

where the only escape is death.

Naomi?

You sit in silence.

You try to recall, try to remember who you were.

Naomi?

Naomi?

Naomi, open the door.

It couldn't have been like this forever, right?

Open the door, Naomi!

But maybe it was,

and maybe this is how it would end.

What are you doing, baby?

I half expect that when I die,

I'll wake up from this dream, this nightmare,

a life that's not my own.

Always in hopes that I wake up a different person.

The true me, the one that feels, recognizes, remembers.

It's always the same every night.

I can't reach the surface.

Every second, more water fills my lungs.

The sensation of pressure in my chest,

my ears popping and filling with liquid.

I'm drowning.

I know there's something beyond the water,

but I can't get to it.

I can't swim, and there's nothing I can do

to stop myself from sinking.

Quit being a fucking pussy, bro.

Me and Addie haven't seen you in a minute.

Yeah, man. I owe you one.

One? You're kidding, right?

Dude, I'm nervous to leave her alone.

I mean shit dude. I would be too.

Luke, you need to think about this, man.

The shit that she's putting you through,

the shit that she's doing, dude, it's not healthy.

Jesse, what do you want me to do?

It's not like you're exactly

in the front lines with this man.

You know what I said.

I'm not putting,

I'm not putting her back in some white walled prison.

What the fuck are your options here, bro?

I mean, honestly? This isn't healthy for either of you.

You're just gonna stop going to work to take care of her?

Can you even afford that?

I gotta go. I'll text you later.

Hey, good morning.

I was just gonna make some coffee. Do you want some?

Do you really think I would've died

if you hadn't come home?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think you could have.

Does it really count as dying

if you know there's something else

waiting for you on the other side?

Look, I know that there's something

going on with you right now,

but you cannot pull another stunt like that.

I...

I can't watch you all the time.

Whatever's going on right now is about you,

but this relationship is about me, too.

Do you understand that?

Will you be okay if I leave you alone today?

'Cause I can call in. - No, don't do that.

Are you gonna be okay?

Naomi.

I'll see when I get back from work.

Naomi?

Naomi?

Hey.

Hi.

What did you do today?

I went to the ocean.

The ocean?

Yeah.

Where did you go today?

I told you.

I went to the ocean.

How?

How did you get there?

I'm afraid she might be suffering

from a psychotic episode of some sort.

What can you tell me about the time leading up to this?

What was it like before?

I don't know, it was, everything was normal

and then one day she woke up and she was gone.

It's like she was somebody else.

Lucas, I'm looking for definition here, okay?

People just don't go to sleep

and wake up in psychotic episodes.

It's not normal. There are symptoms, there are signs.

There's gotta be something that happened.

It's not like anything ever happened.

She was normal and then, like that, she was gone.

Have you ever met her parents?

Is there any history of mental illness in the family?

No, I never met her parents.

Her dad died when she was a kid, I know that.

Her mom...

She was raised by her grandparents.

Lucas, I'm not asking you this to put you under duress.

It just seems that when it comes to Naomi,

this whole thing has been normalized with you

and it's almost as if you're suffering

from some sort of sympathetic delusions

that go along with it.

I mean, you and Naomi barely know each other,

and that's not normal for me to deal with,

so how can a man love his fiancee so much,

but barely know anything about her?

It's like in the back of my mind,

these faint glimpses. Memories from the past,

but I can't recall them.

I know they happened, I'm confident that they did,

but if I had to tell you what they are,

I don't know.

What can you tell me about your fiancee?

Um...

Hey.

Hey, are you awake?

Hello?

Hey, Mitchell, it's Lucas.

Hey, Lucas. What's going on?

Hey, I don't know

if I'll be able to make it in today.

I'm feeling really under the weather right now.

I think Naomi got me sick.

Okay. Okay, no problem.

We can hold down the fort here for the day.

You do what you gotta do.

Hey, can you send me those spreads I needed, though?

Is that possible?

Of course.

I'll send those to you in a little bit.

Thanks. Feel better.

Thanks Mitchell.

Linda Johnston?

That's me.

How can I help you?

Hi.

I'm Lucas Fry, and, uh, and...

I'm engaged to your granddaughter, Naomi.

I think we should talk.

Please, come inside. It's hot out here.

Thanks.

Nay?

We have a guest.

Oh my God, Naomi, it's so good to see you.

Oh.

What happened earlier?

What do you mean?

Your Mimi. You didn't even talk to her.

I don't get it. You didn't even acknowledge her.

Do you want the truth or a lie?

Have you been lying?

Then I want the truth.

I've never seen that woman a day in my life.

Naomi, do you know who I am?

Answer me.

Do you know who I am?

I'm really sorry.

No memories.

No true or false, real or fake.

He's mad that I don't remember who he is,

but I'd be lying if I told him that I did.

How could I be expected to remember a life of events

in which none of them are mine?

False realities.

Memories misread.

Maybe I just let myself sink.

Maybe I let myself drown.

I can't get out, so what's the point?

Wait up! You know I can't run in these things.

Lucas, come on.

Do you actually think I would do that to you?

Am I that tall, dark, mysterious?

I don't know.

Tonight you ordered mozzarella sticks

and spinach dip for appetizers.

I don't even know who you are anymore.

What are you doing?

Looks like a good spot as any.

Oh my god.

I love you, Naomi.

I love the way that you laugh,

I love the joy that you bring to everything that you do.

The past two years have been the best two years of my life.

Loving you has made me love life

more than I ever thought possible.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes.

Hey.

Lucas.

Hey.

Everything okay?

No. I don't think so.

Nay.

I think...

I think something's wrong with me.

I wanna know what happened.

I wanna know why I don't remember anything.

I'm so confused.

Everything feels so, so wrong and so fake.

I need your help.

Whatever you need.

I need you to believe me when I tell you.

Tell me what?

Everything.

I just, I need some,

I need somebody's help, I...

I love you.

We're gonna figure this out, okay?

Well, it's good to finally put a face to the name.

I'm Dr. Theodore Hill.

You can call me Dr. Ted, or just Ted.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay, I'd like to start off the session

just asking a few simple questions.

Is that all right, Naomi?

Hopefully we'll be able to figure out where we're headed

with this whole thing.

Naomi, tell me a little bit about yourself.

What makes you, you?

I...

I don't know.

Uh, okay. We'll start a little simpler.

From what Lucas tells me, sleep has been an issue.

On a scale of one to 10,

how would you rate your quality of sleep?

I don't know.

Do you know why you don't know?

It's my dreams.

It feels like I'm never asleep.

When I close my eyes, it's like I'm awake somewhere else.

I'm always tired, always exhausted.

All right. Thank you for your honesty.

Can you tell me about your childhood?

I'm willing to listen to anything you want to tell me.

How many days does it take to open your eyes?

How much time has to pass

to feel as if you've forgotten who you are?

Naomi, are you okay?

What a fuckin' joke.

He told you I'm crazy, didn't he?

Lucas, answer me.

He said you could have dementia

as part of early onset Alzheimer's.

Do you believe him?

Maybe I do belong back in the home.

Look, there's nothing to believe or not believe right now.

We won't know anything

unless we get further testing done anyways.

Come on.

Lucas?

Lucas?

They said only a day or two until we get your CTs back.

We're pretty lucky that you got on my plan before all this.

I don't think you're crazy.

This is Lucas.

Mr. Fry, this is Dr. Bennett

from Mercy General.

Dr. Bennett. It's great to hear from you.

How can I help you?

I'm calling in regards

to Naomi's test results.

My office got them in earlier this morning.

What did you find?

All of Naomi's blood work

returned negative across the board.

Even her MRI and CT came in clean as can be,

suggesting normal if not healthy neurological activity.

That's great news, right?

Absolutely.

I would still advise her

to come in for additional screenings,

but from what I can tell you right now

is that personally I don't believe her symptoms

to be a result of any measurable anomaly,

at least from what we can see on her diagnostics.

You mean she's faking it?

No.

What I'm suggesting is that her condition

is very real to her, but perhaps not able to be gauged

by any sort of testing that we can do.

We find this commonly in patients

suffering from factitious disorders.

The brain is a complex beast.

You can't look at it once

and hope to know everything about it.

It takes years of studying and observation to understand it.

Are you still there, Mr. Fry?

Why are you so fascinated by this tree?

It's the only thing that makes me feel.

Feel what?

Everything.

Can you show me the ocean?

Can you show me what's in the study?

We both know that room's off limits.

We agreed. We made a promise.

The doctors called.

Your results were negative.

I'm not crazy?

Well, according to them

you have no reason to be crazy.

They said it's all in my head, didn't they?

Did they wanna send me back?

I'll try to show you.

I tried doing it.

When?

The other night.

I couldn't sleep.

You were out like a light, though.

How do you know what colors to use?

I don't.

I just wait for the right one to say something.

Where are you going?

Wherever it takes me.

It won't work.

It won't work with you here.

I'm sorry.

Have we met before?

You look familiar.

What the hell are these?

They look like photos.

They're of us.

Do you remember me?

No.

I can't place it.

These photos are of us. Why don't I remember you?

Why don't I remember you?

Hey.

Hey. - Why don't I remember?

Hey, hey.

Easy, easy, calm down.

Hey, calm down, okay?

Calm down.

Calm down. You need to slow your...

You're bleeding.

Mikayla?

Naomi, will you marry me?

Yes.

- Yes? - Yes.

Come on. Come with me.

I'm gonna take you somewhere safe.

How did I get here?

Did you, um, go somewhere?

Where?

Uh...

The desert.

There were huge rock formations everywhere.

What happened?

Do you ever feel like

you can see through the world around you?

And like, you know, this is all just temporary,

laid across something more permanent?

No.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Can you tell me what happened there?

I don't remember.

December 1, 2016.

I can't find anything after this.

What's it say?

"The air smells different than I remember.

The color of the sky is wrong.

The pavement feels like plastic.

The blades of grass are stiff and unbending.

Will write more later."

What else?

That's the end.

What?

What aren't you telling me?

December 1st.

That's the day they released you.

What happened to me after?

You met Lucas Fry,

a somewhat insecure computer programmer

who thought you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.

We dated for a little bit, but it wasn't long before we.

Before I said yes.

Downtown.

It was the glare of the lights.

You remember that?

A little bit.

Did I do this to myself?

Did I make myself not remember?

You seemed happy. I was happy.

I thought you were too.

But if this is a dream,

does your happiness really matter?

To either of us?

No.

I guess not.

It's also inconsequential.

If you're happy in the dream and you decide to stay,

does it make the manifestation

of your happiness any less real?

I shouldn't be so hard on him.

He doesn't know any better.

And neither do I.

Are you going to work today?

No.

I called Mitchell and told him what's going on.

He said I should take some personal time,

at least until you get better.

What if I don't get better?

Nay.

Stop.

What about Mikayla?

Who?

Nevermind.

Are you lost, too?

It's cold.

Yeah.

But it feels good.

Feels real.

Where's everyone else?

What do you mean?

The others. The other people.

I don't know.

You're the first person I've seen

in as long as I can remember.

Are we...

Are we inside my head?

This world, this sand, the water, is, did I make this?

I'd be a pretty boring figment of your imagination.

I think you could probably do a little better than this.

How did you find me in the desert?

I heard your voice, so I knew I needed to follow it,

and when I saw you, it was,

it was as if I knew you, even though I knew I didn't.

I know that sounds silly. - No, no, it doesn't.

You ever have one of those dreams

that feels like it goes on for an eternity?

You wander around for a lifetime, but when you wake up,

it's only been a few minutes.

Yeah.

Yeah, I have.

Do you see the tree, too?

In your dreams?

No.

Oh.

Will you call for me? Next time you're here?

It's not that easy. I can't just show you.

Well then explain it to me.

I mean, as easy as you can.

Just tell me, how do you do it?

- Look, I, I- - Naomi, I get it.

I believe you, I do,

but this shit's really weird.

- I know. - It's really fucking weird.

I know it's weird, I know.

That's why I even took so long to try and explain it to you.

Okay, so, you paint.

You paint and other worlds open up?

Is that it?

No.

Okay. I don't get to choose what goes on the canvas.

It has to come to me. It has to be...

Inspired?

Yeah, kind of.

Okay.

So I put my hand on the colors

and the color that I need, it's like, it buzzes,

and I get this gut feeling like this is the color.

And I put it on my brush and I let my hands do the work.

And it's like a dream?

Yeah, but like the realest,

most lucid dream you've ever had.

If you don't know what it was, you would think it was life.

Real life, your life.

I don't know.

I've never felt anything like it.

It's like you are someone else

and your body is high and you're floating

and moving in every direction.

It's just intoxicating. - Mm-hm.

How do you come back if it's that great?

Because I know it's waiting for me on the other side.

Show me.

Mikayla, I can't. I don't even know how it would come off.

I wanna see it, too.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

You might die.

Counting on it.

Okay.

Mikayla, come back. You've gone too far.

Mikayla, come back. Mikayla.

Come, somebody, please.

Mikayla.

Mikayla!

Mikayla!

Mikayla, please.

Somebody!

Mikayla!

I'm just gonna get groceries, okay?

I'll be back in a little bit.

Just call me if you need anything.

He lied. He betrayed me.

She was real all along.

Why did I believe him?

What is this?

What?

Oh, fuck.

It's all here.

Everything.

Why did you hide this from me?

You have been lying to me, Lucas.

Every detail about my life

has been in this room the entire time!

Naomi, I swear. I had no idea.

You put a lock on the door!

You knew this room was off limits.

It's been locked from the day that we moved in here.

Naomi!

Open the door!

Naomi?

Talk, Naomi.

Naomi, please open the door.

Nay.

Nay, come on.

Nay, I'm sorry. Come on.

I thought I'd find you here.

How'd you know?

I remembered.

Kind of.

We've been here before, haven't we?

I think so.

I get bits and pieces every so often.

You too?

Will you take a walk with me?

Did I do this to you?

Did I put you here?

How could you have?

The paintings.

You don't remember them, do you?

Is this the place we go after?

You mean the after life?

Heaven, hell, that kind of thing?

Yeah.

I don't know. Is this what you imagine death to be like?

I don't know.

I found papers about me.

I'm afraid you might not be real.

Or maybe, or maybe this is real and the other place isn't?

Well, what would be worse?

If this place or that wasn't real?

You disappeared. No trace.

Nothing.

They locked me up.

They said that I was insane.

That I had lost grounding on reality.

They told me you didn't exist.

They tried really hard to convince me of it, too.

Well, I seem pretty real right now, though, don't I?

It's as real as you make it.

I've talked myself into circles.

I'm so deep now that I don't know

if this is a dream or my life.

What?

If you're happy in the dream.

Nay, your ear.

And you decide to stay...

I'm so sorry.

I don't remember any of this.

I don't know why I would've hidden it.

Maybe we hid it.

I don't know from what.

Or maybe we were just afraid

that what I saw out there was real

and that would mean that this isn't.

I wouldn't even know what to do.

What are we doing?

I don't know, but I need to go deeper.

I need to figure out what we were looking for.

Did we build this?

Is this even ours to use?

Naomi, where are we?

It feels so plastic now.

Why did we keep the lock on the door?

Why did we think this room was a secret?

That we weren't allowed in?

It's our house.

I didn't even question it.

I didn't believe you.

I'm so sorry.

Instructions.

It's definitely my handwriting.

Does it say how to use the computer?

It's complicated, but it looks like an algorithm

that we built at my work to control electronic frequencies

using a dialed input for autonomous machinery.

Autonomous monitoring and relay systems,

it's all wired through an external power source to...

To what?

What does it do?

Basically to electrocute us at controlled intervals

based on analyze data input.

And that helps us go deeper?

No, I don't think you need my help to go deeper.

This is how I go under with you.

Here.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

I don't remember how to operate that machine.

You will. It's just like the paintings.

We've done this before, right?

Ugh.

I found this in my notes.

It's supposed to enhance your brainwaves

so the computer can analyze them more efficiently?

I just wish I knew what it all meant.

Why we did this from the beginning.

It doesn't make any sense.

Maybe that's why. Because it doesn't make any sense.

I'm ready.

All right. Let's do it.

Oh, this is awful.

Yeah. Tastes like dirt.

This is set up the exact same way as my other workstation.

Same passwords, everything.

This was definitely my computer.

Once I start the program, I don't know what's gonna happen.

I know.

I just don't wanna make any promises.

Lucas, I understand.

I've set it up to start automatically in five minutes.

Are you feeling this drink or is it just me?

Mm-hm.

I'm a little drowsy.

Yeah, me too.

What do you do?

I don't know.

I guess just wait.

You ready?

As ready as I can be

for whatever this is.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Just make sure you come back in one piece, okay?

Lucas?

Lucas! Lucas!

Lucas, Lucas.

Lucas.

Lucas, Lucas, wake up.

Lucas, please wake up. Lucas, wake up.

Ah, get away from me!

I don't know Who are you?

Lucas, Lucas? It's me, Naomi.

Where am I? How'd I get here?

Lucas, we used the machine and my painting, you remember?

I gotta get, I gotta get back.

Lucas, stop. Stop, Lucas.

- Do not run from me here- - Stay away!

- Lucas, please. - I don't know,

I don't know who you are.

- Calm down. - What the fuck's going on?

Just leave me alone. - You have to calm down.

Lucas. - Just leave me alone!

Lucas, do not run!

Fuck!

Lu

Lucas.

We're sorry.

Your call cannot be completed as dialed.

Please check the number and dial again.

If you refuse to take part in the dream,

you wake up.

A cold sweat, that chill.

A reminder that what you just lived isn't real.

There's no sweat, no chill.

Just more of the same.

I can't wake up.

This isn't a dream.

I'm so deep now that I don't know if this is my life.

I can't wake up.

I'm so deep now that I don't know if this is my life.

Maybe this isn't a dream.

I'm so deep now.

I talked myself in a circle.

I talked myself in a circle.

Maybe this is a dream after all.

I talked myself in a circle.

Maybe this is a dream.

I'm so deep now that I don't if this my life.

This isn't a dream.

Maybe this a dream after all.

I talked myself in a circle.

I'm so deep now that I don't know if this is my life.

Remember?

I'm sorry, Ms. Johnston,

but there is no Lucas Fry who works here.

No, you don't understand. He has to be there.

I'm afraid you're mistaken.

Maybe he works in a different department?

Miss?

Hello?

Oh, no. Oh, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Come on.

No, no.

Come on!

Come on!

Goddammit!

Wake me up, Lucas.

Please.

Please wake me up.

Please wake me up.

Her O2 levels just plummeted.

I know.

What the hell's going on in there?

I don't fuckin' know.

Her neural activity's all over the goddamn place.

I've got major banding on the front of cortex.

Her water temperature just clipped 103.

She's burning the fuck up.

Shit!

You two, ice the water.

We need to force a slow down on the main processes.

If she blows the mainframe,

we have no idea what trigger effect's gonna happen.

You kidding me?

If she blows the main power base,

she's gonna yank us all back to L1, that's for sure.

We'll lose everything.

Where is she?

She's stuck on a different level.

I'm having trouble syncing her to...

Well sync her up or I'll do it myself.

If we force the sync

and the teeth aren't matched to where.

Get the fuck out of my way.

- Wait, Hill, stop. - Wait.

No. Hold on, wait!

Wait.

Where is she?

Hey.

Hey.

Nap time's over. Tell me how to find her.

Tell me how to find her.

Fuck.

You need to go back under.

We'll send you deeper.

All right, Mikayla,

we're gonna be sending you all the way down to L5.

What?

That's too far.

I won't even remember why I am there.

We'll phone you when you're far enough down

and awake to make sure.

If anything happens, we'll force a breach

and bring you back.

You ready?

New fabrication protocol launching in three, two, one.

Hey, is everything okay in there?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You good?

Yeah.

Hey, where are my paints?

Paints?

Yeah, my canvasses and paints, you know.

Naomi, I've never seen you paint a day in my life.

Are you joking?

I have to get dressed.

The shifting between you

and who you used to be is perpetual, fluid-like.

You lose track of the identity born into the skin.

You forget the body's name,

what the body likes to eat, to touch.

What it likes to feel.

Come on.

Fuck.

Out late?

Yeah.

Who were you with?

It doesn't matter.

It does matter.

I went to the park.

I wasn't with anybody, okay?

I don't know what's wrong with you,

but I am not gonna deal with it, Naomi.

Hey, it's me.

Yeah.

She didn't reset on this level.

Hey.

Thought I might find you here.

Do I know you?

Yeah, we met once or twice.

Did we meet at Jesse's last week?

Oh, that's embarrassing.

I had a lot to drink that night.

I'm sorry. I don't remember your name.

Jackie?

- Naomi. - Naomi, right.

How did you know I'd be here?

Do you still work for Mitchell?

Mitchell? No.

Mitchell runs the AI evaluation tech.

I work in IT. How did you know that?

Look, it doesn't matter.

I need you to take me to the machine.

Machine? What machine?

Is this some kind of prank?

Am I like being punked right now? That's

Lucas, listen to me.

This isn't what it looks like, okay?

We're not actually here.

I mean, we are here, but it's complicated.

I feel like you're crazy

and we got really drunk or stoned

and talked YouTube conspiracies like way too much.

Lucas, listen to me, please.

We knew each other in some different place, okay?

We worked on a project together,

a computer that uses electronic neuro stim,

electronic stimulations paired with neurological meetings

- in order to- - Hey.

How did you know about that?

I haven't told anybody about that.

'Cause I think I helped you build it.

Lucas, please. I really, really need your help right now.

Will you please take me to it?

We shouldn't talk about this here. Come with me.

Hey, you've reached Naomi.

I can't get you the phone right now,

but leave your name and number

and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Yes?

It's Mikayla.

She's made contact with Lucas.

Her monitors indicate that she could cause

a full level breach at any moment.

She's gonna tear this whole fuckin' thing wide open.

What are you doing?

You had one job and it's to fix this.

Well she wasn't supposed to remember, okay?

I can't babysit her down here.

You better find them and stop this

before things spin out of control.

We have too much invested in this now.

Five milligrams of Diazepam, both of 'em, now. Do it.

Wow.

This looks, um...

Shitty.

Thanks?

Have you used it yet?

No. No, it's just a pet project of mine.

Working on it nights and weekends

or whenever I get stoned to get really inspired.

Did it work before?

Yeah. Yeah, it did.

Cool.

It's weird. I don't even remember why I made this.

Like what inspired me to do it.

I think I did.

You ever have fresh figs from the tree?

Yeah.

Yeah, I have.

I lived here once.

Hmm.

Yeah. You and me.

We, um, we lived here.

If you remember it so vividly,

and none of this ever actually happened...

I lived my whole life here.

Are you telling me that it's not true?

Okay.

If I tell you to look through this square,

you're gonna see only what I want you to see, okay?

But I created the square so I know

that there's a bigger picture outside of it

than what you're seeing.

That's the only way I know how to describe it.

Not my favorite way to do shrooms.

Yeah.

It tastes like dirt.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna monitor your neural activity from here.

Make sure everything is safe when you go in.

No, you have to come with me.

Naomi, this is your journey.

Lucas, this is our journey.

Whether you remember it or not,

you have been there with me through every step of the way.

It's time for us to find our way out of this, okay?

Okay.

Lucas.

I love you.

No, no, no. Fuck.

- What happened? - We lost her.

She's breaching.

It's because she's too hot.

She's gonna have an internal meltdown.

Flush her with 50 milligrams of Diazepam.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, 50? What are you doing?

If we do that, we don't know how deep she'll go.

We won't be able to trace her.

She might not come back in this direction.

Okay, look, what we need to do

is get her into a cryotube as soon as fucking possible.

She's gonna hemorrhage if she stays this hot.

We need to cut her loose.

She's gonna bring the whole thing crashing down around her,

and if we're in here, then- Fuck, I know what happens.

Get the van and bring it around to the side.

Jonas, get Naomi out of the tub.

Fuck.

Shit, Hill, she's bleeding.

In the dream, you can never remember the details.

Things you hold close, personal artifacts, events, thoughts.

With a memory in the thread,

it's splattered onto a wall and it all looks so familiar

but you can never place it.

That is until you wake up

and it all comes rushing back.

Overhead.

How much time do we have?

- Not long. - How long?

I don't know. Minutes.

Some called it demonic possession,

others called it insanity.

And a smaller group said a gift.

But Lucas, Lucas called it the parallax.

The power to create, to fabricate anything.

We had to see what was on the other side.

To play with fire.

The curiosity that burns inside all of us.

We had to know more.

We had to explore.

What's happening? What's happening?

Her tissue is ruptured. It's too fucking late, fuck.

What are we supposed to do?

Fuck.

Just keep driving. Go, go!

I'm driving as fast as I can.

We're not gonna make it.

We're not gonna fuckin' make it.

We're too far.

I didn't believe you.

I'm so sorry.

Will you marry me?

Mikayla!

Do you see the tree, too?

In your dreams?

Depersonalized, disassociated,

a life full of memories.

But I don't see them.

I don't feel them.

Are they even mine if I don't remember?