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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.