The scene opens looking down from the sky at an open umbrella walking across the street, and as the camera pans down, we see Janice Thorn underneath that umbrella. She walks into an office building.
A young man sitting in one of the cubicles notices her and immediately drops his head to his desk to try and avoid her.
Janice notices and smirks, walking by and tapping him on the top of the head. “You know why I’m here,” she tells him.
With a sigh, he lifts his head up off the desk, “Okay, but just this one last time.” There’s a tag on his shirt that tells us his name is Brandon.
Janice tilts her head at him, “You should smile more, you know that?”
Brandon doesn’t smile at that. “I can’t keep giving you stock tips, Janice. One of these days, I’m going to be fired.”
“Now, now,” Janice says as she leans down into a whisper, “We wouldn’t want anyone to know about that…” she pauses and looks around. “That ‘you-know-what.”
Brandon moves his head from side to side, looking around the room, making sure no one heard the very innocent thing she just said.
Before he can answer, a voice yells from the back of the office, “Walker! Get in here!”
Brandon shoots Janice a glare and scampers off to meet his boss.
Janice casually glances around the room until she notices a folder on the desk. She ignores the red-lettered “Confidential” slapped on the front of it, and she slips it under her coat and disappears from the office.
Young Teddy Knight sits on a large rock outside of a factory, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when an expensive car drives up. Teddy rises from his seat and looks around for a clean place to place his sandwich but has to settle for the rock as he pulls a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and begins to unfold it as he walks towards the car.
The back window rolls down, and we see young Erica De Lange sitting in the back seat.
“Ms. De Lange,” Teddy stammers as he tries to smooth out the wrinkled paper. “If you’ll see by these numbers, it’s very popular to take old factories and convert them into large office spaces. These factories are fairly cheap since they are no longer operational, and you could turn a nice profit. You can even convert some factories into residential apartments.”
Erica is already not liking what she hears as she lets out a long sigh. “This is not what we talked about, Knight. The boss has no interests in old factories or residential buildings.”
Teddy starts to explain further when she pushes the button to roll up the window. “Drive,” she tells her driver.
“Ms. De Lange! Ms. De Lange!” Teddy yells until the window is completely closed now. He starts to tap on the window, and as the car starts to drive off, he follows alongside it and then rushes to the front, forcing the car to stop and yells, “I promise my idea is very innovative!”
Erica reluctantly rolls down the window, and Teddy rushes over to it, “First of all, this land is mostly swampland. There’s a reason this factory was abandoned.”
Teddy looks and then walks over and stands in a puddle of water, “It’s just a tiny puddle, ma’am!” Even though there are multiple puddles all over the land.
“Drive,” she says again and rolls up her window.
“It’ll vanish when the sun comes out!” yells Teddy as the car starts to drive off again. Teddy tries to rush after it but finds himself stuck in a mud pit. “Wait…” he yells after the car, watching it drive off into the distance.
We see Teddy’s muddy shoes as he sits at a desk where a banker looks over some loan paperwork.
“Do you own any property?” the banker asks.
Teddy shakes his head, “No.”
“Any assets of any monetary value?”
The banker looks up at him, “Have you ever run the 100-meter dash?”
Teddy blinks at the question and then excitedly nods his head, “Yes! Yes, I have!”
The banker hands him all the paperwork, “You can dash on out of here then.”
Janice Thorn walks out of the building, pulling back out her umbrella, and walks around the corner to a coffee shop where she gets a coffee and looks over the documents that she swiped from Brandon’s desk.
What she sees in those documents practically causes her eyes to sparkle like gold. She picks up her phone and dials, “Chuck. Listen carefully. I need you to put everything I have in…” she pauses and glances around, looking to see if anyone will overhear her. She turns back to the phone and whispers, “I’ll text you something. Put it all. Yes, everything. Yes, I know that’s for my house. Just do it. Thank you. Bye.”
She types out a text and sends it off to Chuck and then practically giggles in glee. “I’m gonna be so fucking rich,” she mutters under her breath.
Teddy Knight is sitting on the toilet when he hears the door open to the restroom.
“Here’s the paperwork. I got him to sign it, and he has no clue what it is. Take care of this. I gotta get back,” one male voice says.
The door opens and shuts as Teddy tries to hear what’s going on.
“Did he really sign it?” It’s a female voice.
The man holds up a finger to shush the woman and then walks towards the row of stalls.
Teddy slowly lifts his feet off the ground.
The intruder opens one of the stalls at the end, leans over, and looks down the row to see anyone is in the bathroom. When he sees no feet, he steps back out. He grabs the envelope and unties it, “Are you sure we can trust me? We’re risking everything.”
Teddy’s eyebrows go up, curious now.
“Trust me,” says the female says. “I’ve known him for 20 years. Don’t worry, you’ll get your cut when once we file the papers,” the other man says and walks out of the bathroom.
The woman starts to leave when Teddy shifts slightly, and his foot slips from the toilet seat.
“Who’s there?” She says up and walks towards the sound. We can see now that it’s Erica De Lange.
Teddy starts looking around for a place to get away when she reaches down and grabs him by the foot, and starts to pull him out of the stall, underneath the door. Teddy wraps his arms around the base of the toilet and holds on tight.
“Get out here,” erica grunts as he pulls Teddy’s leg. First, a shoe comes off, then a sock. He grabs Teddy’s other foot, and soon both sock and shoe are off as well. Finally, Teddy has had enough.
“Fine! I’m coming out.”
The door creaks open, and Teddy is still on the floor. Erica points, “Teddy?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Teddy pleads. “And why are you in the men’s restroom?”
When Erica realizes it’s Teddy, he grins. “Aren’t you looking for investors? Keep your mouth shut, and I’ll invest.”
That offer perks Teddy’s interest.
“No! No! No!” cries out Janice as she scrolls through the stock quotes at the end of the day. “No-oh-oh-oh-oooooooooooh,” she whimpers as she throws herself down on a bench.
“It’s all gone,” she cries out.
She pulls up her bank app, and when she opens it up, the balance is 0.
Teddy is walking home after work when he stops. He looks back and sees the sole of his shoe back a few feet, “Goddammit,” he mutters as he walks back and picks it up and then continues to limp home.
Janice is also walking home. Her face is a mess from crying. She pauses when there’s a man in her path.
He suddenly drops his trousers, and Janice flips out and gives him a swift kick right into the junk and then hurries by.
Teddy limps across the street towards a townhouse.
With her hand still covering her mouth like she might throw up, Janice also crosses the street and heads towards a townhouse.
Teddy climbs the stairs, turns the corner, and continues to climb upwards.
Janice also turns the corner after climbing stairs and continues to climb upward, still disgusted by the streaker’s display.
Teddy unlocks his door and heads into his apartment.
Janice also heads into her apartment.
Teddy flips on the lights and removes his shoes at the door.
Janice removes her jacket and sets it over a chair.
Teddy walks to the fridge and pulls out a beer.
Janice throws some clothes in the washing machine.
Teddy throws some pasta into some boiling water.
Janice turns on the washing machine, and it starts to spin and then stops. She gives it a few kicks until it turns back on.
Janice is in the bath, covered in bubbles as she contemplates her horrible day. She sinks down into the water, covering her head.
Teddy’s toast pops out of the toaster, and he butters it and sprinkles some garlic powder on it. He walks over, reaches into his sink for some sprouts for his salad, and pulls out a body scrubber. He looks at it curiously.
Janice’s head rises from the water, covered in bubbles and bean sprouts. She brushes them away from her eyes, and then she looks down and grabs some bubbles from the bath, along with a handful of sprouts.
Teddy walks over and lifts the lid of his pasta, and finds a dress lying on top. He quickly puts the lid back down. He lifts the lid again, and the dress is still there on top of his pasta. He rubs his eyes as if that will help.
Janice reaches for her towel from the rack but doesn’t see the two slices of garlic toast sitting underneath.
Teddy pulls a canister of instant drink mix from the cupboard and opens the lid. He begins to scoop powder into a glass.
Janice reaches for her hairdryer, and as she turns it on, white powder blows all over her wet hair. She turns it off and looks at herself in the mirror, then glances at the hairdryer. She turns it on again, and more powder blows from inside of it. Frustrated, she pounds on the soap dispenser, but nothing comes out.
Teddy hops in the shower, and soap comes out of the shower onto his hair as he lathers up. He stops and sees the soap on his hands. Confused, he shuts off the shower, but more soap squirts out of it onto his hair.
Janice picks up the soap dispenser and furiously pushes down on the top, trying to get some soap from it.
Teddy’s head is soon covered in soap, and he can’t seem to wash it away.
The scene goes back and forth until they both cry out, frustrated. Janice finally just throws down the dispenser and huffs and puffs at herself in the mirror, still covered in white instant drink powder.
We next see a split scene showing them both walking from the bathroom to their bedroom and crawling into bed. Janice throws another temper tantrum.
Outside the house, the outside lights begin to flicker back and forth.
Inside the house, the walls begin to merge together.
Janice’s Roomba starts to drive across the floor and appears in Teddy’s place.
When morning comes, as see a split-screen of both Janice and Teddy sound asleep, but Teddy is the first to wake with the sun hitting his eyes.
Janice rolls over and flings her arm out, which slaps Teddy in the face.
The split-screen line disappears, and we see they are actually in the same room. Teddy is looking at Janice. Janice’s eyes slowly open, and she sees Teddy.
Janice slowly raises her head off her pillow.
She slaps Teddy in the face a couple of times and then picks things up and throws them at him.
Teddy scrambles from the bed and yells, “Don’t hit me!”
Janice grabs a clothes hanger and points it at him, “Who the fuck are you?”
“Why are you in my house?” asks Teddy.
Janice rushes him and begins to hit him with the plastic coat hanger, “This is my house. Get out! Get out!”
She chases him to the living room and drops the hanger in exchange for a cleaver, but Teddy has noticed something different about his house. He ignores Janice and the cleaver and walks around looking at the apartment.
Janice notices that he’s distracted, and she also sees what he sees.
Half of the apartment is Teddy’s, and the other half is Janice’s. Teddy walks through Janice’s half of the apartment, and it’s clean and tidy. Janice walks through Teddy’s half of the apartment, and it’s a wreck. Janice’s half is painted with nice pastel colors, while Teddy’s is a drab blue color.
They open the bathroom door on each side of the apartment and then run back to the bedroom split down the middle, where the two meet.
Janice looks up at him and asks, “Where’s the wall?” When he doesn’t answer right away, she points the cleaver at him and yells, “Where’s the wall?!” which causes Teddy to scream out.
Suddenly, the sound of thunder is heard, which distracts them from the current conversation. Curiously, they walk by each other to look out the other’s window. On Janice’s side, it’s pouring rain as Teddy looks outside.
On Teddy’s side, it’s bright and sunny as Janice looks outside.
They turn to look back at each other with a confused looks on their face.
We see their front door, or doors perhaps. It’s a large door that appears to be made up of two doors. Each side of the door has a doorknob.
Janice and Teddy as staring at the door, still confused.
They once again look at each other before Teddy takes the first step, walks up to his side of the door, opens it up, and looks outside where it’s nice and sunny. He steps out onto the porch, and Janice follows him.
However, what she sees is nothing compared to what she’s used to seeing outside. Everything has changed. Some of the luxuries that she’s used to seeing are not there yet. She reaches down and picks up the paper that lies on the porch and opens it up, and reads the date. January 12, 2001.
She turns to look up at Teddy, “Is it really 2001?”
Teddy just looks at her with disdain and asks, “Who the fuck are you anyway?”
They walk back into the house, and everything is the same. Janice immediately turns around and goes out her side of the door, where it’s pouring rain outside.
Teddy follows her out, his eyes wide as he sees how different everything is from what he’s used to.
He looks down and picks up the paper, and they scramble inside. Teddy reads the date on the paper. January 12, 2021.
He looks over at Janice, asking, “Are you from 2021?”
Janice just nods her head, still in shock. “Yuh.” Suddenly, she snaps out of it and turns to him, “How old are you?”
“27,” he answers. “It’s 2001….”
Janice turns and just slaps him across the face.
“Ow…” Teddy says as he rubs his face.
Janice ignores his discomfort, “This is real.”
“Then why did you hit me?” Teddy asks, angry now.
Ignoring him, she points out, “When you open the door, it’s 2001. When I hope the door, it’s 2021.”
Teddy nods his head, “What if we both open the door?”
They slowly turn to their side of the door. They inch their hands towards the doorknobs, but as they touch them, the walls start to close in, and the door shrinks. The building rattles as the walls move even close to one another, making the living area smaller.
They immediately pull their hands off, and Janice turns and slaps Teddy once more.
It knocks Teddy a bit loopy.
“It’s real,” she says.
The apartment is a disaster from being smooshed together. Janice walks over and begins to clean up, and then frustrated, she slumps on the floor.
Teddy walks over and starts to pick some things up, “Why is this happening? Is it the world? Or just this city?” Janice doesn’t answer. It’s not like she knows the answer.
Teddy picks up a broken picture frame but notices that part of the picture has been cut out, leaving only a child, “Is this you? What did you cut out of here?”
She doesn’t answer but scribbled on the picture frame is the year 2001.
Suddenly, he gets a bright idea, “How about you come with me to 2001. We can walk over to where this picture was taken.”
Janice glances up at him.
Teddy and Janice have both dressed, and Janice leads the way to the door, but when she places her hands on his doorknob, the room begins to shake again.
“Wait! Step back,” Teddy tells her. She does so, and the room stops shaking. “I imagine that only I can touch my door, and only you can touch your door, or we’re not gonna have a place to live.” Teddy reaches out and places his hand gently on the door handle, and when the room doesn’t shake, he pushes it open. Janice looks hesitant but goes through the door, and Teddy follows her out.
The city bus pulls over, and the two get off, “Is this the place?” Teddy asks her.
Janice takes in the smells and nods her head, “It’s exactly as I remember.”
Nearby, a little girl with dark hair gets out of a car and rushes over to smell the flowers growing in front of her home. Her father closes the door of the car and watches her. The child looks up at her father, “Will there be flowers every year this pretty?”
Outside of the gate, Janice rushes up but slows down as she hears a man’s voice.
“Of course. I’ll plant flowers every year for you.”
Janice’s eyes start to tear up as she immediately recognizes the voice of her father. She watches the father take the little girl in his arms and lifts her high in the air, “I’ve got you,” and little Janice laughs at her father’s antics.
Tears start to fall as Janice watches her younger self and her father play in the front, but the wounds begin to open with little Janice asks, “Daddy, can you stay home from work today?”
Janice opens the gate and takes a step inside, but she doesn’t take two steps when the ground begins to shake. Rocks at her feet begin to disintegrate, so she takes a step back, and they restore themselves. She tries to go another way, but it starts to rip apart the closer she gets to the house.
The man picks up his little girl, and they hurry into the house as Janice tries to make her way closer to the house, and as she leans against the car, the back window cracks.
Suddenly, Teddy hurries in behind her and drags her back out to the street.
Janice is obviously shaken from the moment, but Teddy shoves some bread into his mouth and mutters, “Why was there so much shaking?”
“I think it was because I was getting too close to my younger self,” Janice says.”
Teddy looks surprised, “Wait that little girl was you? And that man was your father? You lived in that big house? So, wait, how did you end up broke and all…?” His words slowly fade as he realizes how that sounds.
Janice just glares at him for a moment and then turns away from him.
Teddy opens the door to the apartment, and Janice walks in, still feeling a little lost over being that close to her father. As she starts to walk away, Teddy clears his throat, “Could you open your door for me? I’d like to take a look at 2021. Perhaps I’m a rich real estate agent by now.”
Janice walks off, not opening the door. “You’re probably just a poor schmuck, just like me. Just look it up online.”
Teddy looks confused, but he follows her.
Janice pulls out her MacBook from the drawer, “Check Instagram or…” suddenly, she stops. “Give me your phone!”
Confused, Teddy pulls his flip phone from his back pocket and hands it to her.
Janice grabs her diary and takes a seat on the bed, opening it up and seeing where she wrote her home phone number in it in crayon when she was a child. She glances at his phone for a moment, then dials the number.
Meanwhile, Teddy sits at the computer and pulls up Instagram, and punches in his name. The moment he hits enter, the screen glitches out, and the screen goes blank.
When Janice hits send on the phone, the room starts to cave in on them again. One of the cabinets in the bedroom starts to fold in on itself when Teddy rushes over and tries to open the door.
“I have an idea,” Janice says as she hangs up the phone. “You should move out.”
Teddy finally pulls a rolled-up paper from the cabinet, seemingly relieves to have salvaged it before it was destroyed. “One thing for sure, we are from different times. You can’t meet your past self, and I can’t meet my future self. We can’t communicate with them either. If we do, we cause the tremors.”
“That’s why I said, if you move out, maybe things will go back to normal.”
Teddy looks frustrated with her, “Why don’t you move out?”
“Because I was here first!” she says, getting to her feet. “Besides, wouldn’t it be the proper thing to do? Let the woman have her place?”
“You obviously weren’t here first! I moved in here in 1999, so I was here first,” Teddy retorts.
Suddenly, Janice remembers, “I can’t even afford to pay rent….”
Teddy tries to reason with her, “Look, if I move out, the landlord will just find someone else to rent the place, and what if they’re a pervert. At least with me, I’m not a pervert.”
That doesn’t seem to appease Janice at all as she plops herself down on a stool.
Teddy walks out of the bathroom and has to step over the Roomba, “What is this thing?” he asks.
Janice is applying some face cream, “It’s a robot vacuum cleaner.”
Teddy points to it, “May I?”
Janice nods her head then spots something on the floor, “I haven’t seen a CD in so long,” she says as she picks it up.
Teddy taps on the Roomba with his foot a couple of times as Janice takes the cassette and places it into the CD player, hits play, and music begins to play. “I like this song,” she says.
“Wait, if you don’t have CDs now, how do you listen to music?” Teddy asks as he walks over and sits on the bench.
“My cell phone.”
Teddy looks at her for a moment and then laughs, “No way.” He’s not buying it.
Janice looks at him for a moment and then stops the CD player and picks up her phone. She does a couple of clicks, and suddenly the room is filled with music. Teddy’s eyes go wide as he looks at the cell phone and then the Bluetooth speaker playing the music. He picks up the phone and walks over, “How is this playing? There’s no cable.” He touches something on the speaker, and it shuts off, and he nearly drops the phone. He presses the button on the bottom “What the heck?” he says.
The phone responds, “What the heck? What an interesting question.”
Teddy’s eyes go wide, “Who is this?”
“That’s my personal assistant,” Janice tells him.
Teddy scoffs, “You have an assistant?”
She moves past him to the mirror as she wipes the face cream off with a towel, “In our time, we can have assistants, even if we’re poor.”
Teddy is still trying to figure out this one-button phone. “Fine. Get your assistant to bring us food then.”
Janice turns around and snatches the phone from him and, after a few clicks, sets it down, and Teddy looks at her, very confused.
Teddy opens the door, and a delivery man is standing there with bags of food, “That’s 47.50.” Teddy is shocked that with a click, food has arrived at his door. He reaches for his wallet, pulls out some cash, and hands it over, and soon, he and Janice are eating dinner.
“That was amazing,” he admits.
“During the 1930s, reports of planes and ships disappearing when they passed through the so-called Bermuda Triangle with not a trace to be found. Various phenomena prove that many objects probably went through a rift in space and time and ended up in an alternate universe. If you’ll follow me….”
The scientist who is explaining wears a lab coat and leads two other individuals, a man, and a woman, to another chamber where a 3-D display is seen.
The scientist points to the top portion of the display, “This is 2001.” Then he points to the bottom display, “And this is today. With the proper magnetization,” the scientist says as he flips a switch on a control, “We can create a passage between the two timelines.”
The center of the upper display and the center of the bottom display begin to be pulled towards each other, creating a funnel between the upper and lower platforms. “We have already created this tunnel, but we just have to find out where it was created, and we can move back and forth freely, between 2001 and now.”
The voice of Erica De Lange is heard as she steps into the light, “And what are our restrictions?”
The scientist nods his head, “First, the tunnel is temporary. Second, you must not, under any circumstance, meet yourself from the past or the future. The tunnel will become unstable and collapse.”
“And the time limit?” asks the male voice.
“There’s no way of knowing, Mr. Knight. This is all new to us, and we are still trying to figure it all out.”
“And where is the tunnel?” Mr. Knight asks.
The scientist shakes his head, “Still uncertain. But, we are developing the technology to track it. We should have it within the next 24 hours.”
Walking out of the conference room, De Lange turns to Theodore Knight, “We have to get our hands on that technology as soon as it’s developed. With it, the entire planet could be ours.”
Knight nods his head, “Don’t worry. I have a plan.”
Janice and Teddy are trying to sleep. Since the merging of the two apartments, their beds have literally been cut in half. While it’s not so bad for Janice, Teddy tries to get comfortable and has about a foot of height on Janice.
As Teddy tosses and turns on his half of the bed, Janice finally has had enough, “How can you sleep like that?” she finally asks him. They’ve run a curtain between the two halves of the bed, and Teddy lifts his head, “You can’t sleep either?”
Janice shrugs and then, realizing that he can’t see her, says, “Just stressed out.”
“Can I ask you something,” Teddy asks. “What happened to your family?”
Janice is quiet for a moment and then says softly, “When I was young, I thought my father cared more about work than about me. One day, he promised to come home from work early. But when it started to get late, I called him and threw a temper tantrum. I didn’t know then that it would be the last conversation I would ever have with him.”
Confused, Teddy asks, “Wait, he threw you out of his life because of a temper tantrum?”
“No,” she responds. “He was hit by a drunk driver on the way home. The car caught on fire and burned him alive. All I had left of him was a key chain.” Janice sits up in her half of the bed, “I never even got to apologize to him for throwing a fit.”
Teddy peeks through the curtain, “I’m sorry. I never thought….”
But, Janice shakes her head to stop his apology.
Trying to be the optimist, Teddy smiles, “Look at you now, though. You’re doing well for yourself. I mean, you’re flat broke, but you have your own personal assistant.”
Janice just looks at him and rolls her eyes and pushes his face back to his side of the curtain, and lays down. Teddy peeks his head under the curtain, “Don’t you have anything to ask….”
Before he can finish the sentence, Janice lifts up the cleaver from under her pillow and points it at him.
Teddy clears his throat, “I mean, good night.”
As Teddy rolls over and tries to get comfortable in his half bed, Janice places the cleaver back underneath her pillow.
The next morning, Teddy has his briefcase, and Janice is putting on her shows as they stand in front of the halved door. Teddy turns to her, “See you tonight.”
When she ignores him, he walks to his half of the door and steps outside, and she goes to her side and leaves as well.
In a brief split screen, we see them going the same direction in their different eras.
Teddy is sitting in front of Erica De Lange. Teddy speaks up, “I can’t accept your investment….”
Erica interrupts, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go.”
She continues, “You’ve got the worst performance of any employee in the history of this company. By rights, we shouldn’t keep you on.”
Teddy takes this all in and nods his head, “I understand. I’ll clear out my things.”
“Leave your plans,” Erica advises him.
Teddy was starting to get up but slowly sits back down. “Those are my plans. That’s my invention.”
“You might want to have a look at your contract,” she tells him. “Anything created while employed at the company belongs to the company.”
Teddy is starting to get angry. That project was his that he worked on during his own time. Even if there is a clause in the contract, he can’t let his life dream be taken away. He leans in, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll expose your dirty little secret?”
Erica looks up from his paperwork with a deadpan stare, “Where is your evidence?” She leans back in his chair, giving Teddy his full attention now. “Listen, Teddy. I’m not a bad person. I’ve been with this company for twenty years. I’ve worked my ass off for him. What did it get me in the end?”
“So, you’re just going to let him go bankrupt? What you’re doing is illegal and immoral! You could go to prison.”
Erica is starting to get irritated. “How about you mind your fucking business? You’re out of a job. That thing you’ve been working on stays here. You’ve got nothing. You’re a fucking loser, Teddy. This is survival of the fittest, and you’re at the bottom of the food chain right now. I offered you an investment, and you turned me down. You can start clawing your way to the fucking top or be a muck-raking bottom feeder. A piece of shit.”
Teddy just stares at him, then nods. “Let me think about it.”
“Fine, fine.” Erica nods, then add, “You got two weeks.”
“I can’t believe you lost everything,” Callie tells Janice as they both are polishing jewelry at the store they work at. “I told you not to mess with the stock market.”
The bell at the door rings, and both Callie and Janice greet the customer with, “Welcome!” and then go back to polishing.
“You must be stupid,” Callie continues.
However, Janice is distracted by the customer who just entered the story.
Callie continues to polish, and when Janice doesn’t respond, “I see you agree with me on that point then?”
Janice is still distracted as she steps from behind the counter, removes her work jacket, drops it on the floor. Callie continues to chatter, “It’s always been this way for you. Trying to find a quick way to get rich, and it always bites you on the ass.”
Janice steps in front of the counter, “How dare you talk to me that way,” she scolds Callie. “And this piece is just awful,” she says, setting the ring back on the counter that she had been previously polishing.
The customer turns her head at the commotion, and Callie looks appalled, not having anything to say.
“Are you stupid?” Janice asks. “What should you do in a situation such as this where you’ve insulted me, a customer as your place of business?”
“Janice Thorn?” the customer finally speaks up. “Is that you?”
Janice had seen Darla walk into the store, and there was no fucking way she was gonna get caught working in this place by someone like Darla Stone. That bitch was always her worst nightmare in school. God, if she ever found out that she works at a jewelry store, word would get around faster than if it was posted on Facebook.
“Darla Stone?” Janice says, then turns back to Callie, “What are you looking at?”
Callie is finally starting to get the idea, “I apologize for the poor selection. Perhaps you could tell me exactly what you’re looking for so I can find a proper piece for you, ma’am,” she says, playing along.
“I’ve already told you once,” Janice scolds. “I shouldn’t have to tell you twice. And where is my Starbucks?”
“Pardon?” asks Callie as Darla looks on.
Callie knows she’s being taken advantage of, but she’s not going to blow Janice’s cover. Besides, it’s not as if she hasn’t done the same to Janice in return.
“Caramel latte, was it?”
“Correct. Coconut milk.”
As Callie walks off, Janice turns back to Darla, who laughs a little uncomfortably as the scene, “It really is you, isn’t it?” There’s a brief pause, and then she continues, “It’s been so long!” Darla closes the space between them and politely hugs Janice as if they were old pals, kissing her on one cheek and then another, as Janice looks very uncomfortable.
Darla steps back and looks over Janice, “Just look at you. You look great. Such great fashion too.”
Janice brushes some bangs back, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just a little something I threw together.”
Darla leans in, “I heard you married a rich man.”
Janice looks around the room and then leans in too and puts a finger up to her lips, “Shh,” she says.
Darla claps her hands together, “Why should I hush? This is great news! Congratulations!”
Janice tries to change the subject, “What brings you here?”
Darla motions to the display case, “I came in here to buy a watch for my husband.”
Janice nods, “I see.”
“I hope you still don’t blame me for what happened?” Darla asks with a look of discomfort.
Of course, Janice blames her. Bitch.
“I’d forgotten all about it until you brought it up. It’s water under the bridge,” Janice reassures her old rival.
Darla is pleased to hear it. She claps her hands together, “Actually, you should thank me. He ended up being pure rubbish!”
Janice just nods her head.
“And besides, if I hadn’t taken him, you would never have married your rich man, right?” Silver linings and all, at least in Darla’s eyes. “You should introduce us. I’d love to meet him.”
“What?” exclaims a surprised Janice at that suggestion. She gets herself back under control, “There’s really no need.”
Darla apparently didn’t hear any of that. “Great. I’ll make all the arrangements. I’ll send a driver to pick you both up.” And without another word, Darla spins on her heels and walks out of the shop.
Janice cringes, and as the bell rings, it dawns on her to say, “I have a driver too, you know?” But it’s too late. She lets out a cringe-worthy sigh. “Fuck,” she mutters under her breath.
Janice storms into the apartment and yells out, “Where are you?” She’s carrying a garment bag with her.
Teddy is actually in the bathroom, soaking his aching feet in a bowl of water. “Back here,” he yells out.
She bursts into the bathroom and holds out the bag, “Change your clothes. You gotta come with me.”
Moments later, they walk into a very large house as a servant opens the door for them. Janice just walks by the servant, but Teddy offers his thanks as they enter the foyer. Janice quickly spins around and nervously begins to adjust Teddy’s suit, “Let me remind you. Do not get this dirty. Do not crease it. If you fuck this suit up, I won’t be able to return it.”
Teddy nods his head, “I understand.” He seems a tad uncomfortable in the suit. He reaches towards his butt, “It’s a tad small in the ass department,” he says, tugging at the material. He begins to mutter to himself all the things that Janice told him he had to remember. He stops halfway up the stairs, “How long have we been married?”
Janice stops, turns around, and glares at him. “Four months. Don’t forget. And try not to talk too much. Let’s just have this dinner and get the hell out of here.”
“Don’t talk too much. Got it.” Teddy reaches up and pats at his hair to ensure it’s not messed up, though Janice would have definitely told him if it was. Then it dawns on him, “Wait. What’s your name?” In all this time, they’ve been under the same roof, they never exchanged names.
Janice stops climbing and again sighs, “Janice Thorn.”
“I’m Teddy, Teddy Knight.”
Janice reaches for his arm, “Get up here and hold my arm, for Christ’s sake.”
She drags him the rest of the way up the stairs.
Things are awkwardly silent at the dinner table. Darla is the first one to speak up, “Let’s introduce ourselves, then?” She motions to the man sitting next to her, “This is my husband, Joseph.”
Janice smiles politely and motions to Teddy, “This is my husband, Ted—Theodore,” she corrects herself.
“Oh, how nice,” Darla says. “Janice and I were best friends in college. She reaches her hand across the table, “You can call me Darla,” she says.
Teddy reaches across the table to accept the hand and gives it a little shake, and nods his head, remembering not to speak as he was directed.
Joseph offers his hand as well, and the two men shake. Joseph asks, “You don’t seem to talk too much, do you?”
Janice is quick to chime in, “No. No. He’s a man of few words,” she says. Both Darla and Joseph go “ahh” and nod their heads as Teddy laughs politely.
“I’m a man of few words,” he repeats.
Joseph motions to the food, “Let’s eat.” His eyes go up to look at Teddy with an odd look.
Teddy is tucking his napkin into his shirt.
Joseph clears his throat, “Help yourself,” he tells Teddy.
Janice takes a drink of wine and notices the unusual look, and turns her attention to Teddy. She reaches over and pulls the napkin down to his lap. “You don’t need to worry about him. He doesn’t eat much.”
Darla and Joseph aren’t sure what to do with this information. They nod awkwardly.
Teddy glares at her for a moment, then turns to smile at the hosts across the table from him. “I do have a small appetite.” He tucks his napkin back into his shirt, not realizing that Janice pulled it down from there for a reason.
“I guess rich people are a little eccentric,” Darla says as she and her husband just stare at the napkin draped down from Teddy’s shirt.
Janice reaches under the table and again snatches the napkin back down to his lap.
Teddy clears his throat, “It’s a little warm,” he removes his jacket and sees the price tag on it and panics, ripping it off. Janice’s eyes go wide, and she snatches the jacket from him.
“I can’t believe your assistant left the tag on your new jacket,” she complains.
Joseph interrupts, “Where do you work, Theodore?”
Teddy has prepared for this one, “I mainly live in Dubai. We met three months ago. It was a quick engagement. I even bought her a diamond ring,” he says, rattling off all the facts that Janice wanted him to recall without really answering the question.
“It’s a coincidence,” Joseph says. “I just started a business in Dubai. Maybe we can—”
“He’s a CFO in a multinational corporation!” Janice exclaims.
There’s a pause at the suddenness of Janice’s words, and then Teddy laughs it off, “The world has really progressed,” he says. “Who would have thought that in 2001, we’d be in contact with aliens.”
Darla and Joseph just stare at him like he might be out of his mind. Joseph turns to Darla, “Mr. Knight must be a high-tech genius.”
Darla laughs, “Dear, he’s a high-tech billionaire.”
Joseph is trying very hard not to laugh, though Darla continues to as she turns to Janice, “I must say, Janice, that he seems to be your perfect match.”
“I was so humiliated!” screams out Janice after they get home. “You should have done a better job at pretending to be a billionaire!”
“You asked me to be there to back up your lie,” Teddy says as he opens the fridge. Because of Janice’s lies, he’s starving. “What does it matter anyway? If she’s your friend, she should be happy no matter who you marry.”
Janice is in tears as Teddy comes into the room with a sandwich. She points to him, “Are you calling me vain?”
Teddy leans against the wall, “I didn’t call you vain. You told a little white lie. You made yourself to be a little fancier than you really are.”
Janice continues to let out a little whine as she cries.
“Don’t cry. You have an ugly cry,” Teddy casually mentions.
Immediately, Janice stops crying and turns to look at him with mascara running down her face. “I’m the fairest of them all. Don’t you forget it.” She starts to sniffle again.
“Here, you must be hungry. You can have half of my sandwich,” Teddy says, offering his half-eaten sandwich to her.
Janice savagely snatches it out of his hand and takes a bite as she glares at him. It was definitely all his fault anyway, right? “Moron,” she mutters under her breath at him.
“I’m sorry,” Janice says as she lies in bed. “I’m just frustrated because I’m broke.”
Teddy is all scrunched up on his half of the bed, “I understand. I can’t find an investor for my invention.”
Janice sighs. “If only we had money.”
“Congratulations to Mr. Sam Man of Indianapolis, who has just won 200 million dollars in the Grand Lottery!” the announcement comes over the television set, and both Janice and Teddy sit up in their bed.
The next morning, the two rush out of the apartment using Janice’s side of the door into 2021, “We go to the library and find out the winning lotto numbers for 2001, then we return to 2001 and purchase a lottery ticket. I don’t know why we didn’t think of this in the first place!”
As Janice’s voice explains the plan, they are shown at the library, looking up old newspapers. They go back into the apartment and go out the other door into 2001. They walk into a convenience store and purchase the lottery ticket with the winning numbers on it. They hover together, making sure the numbers are correct.
“When we’re rich, we need a car. I’m so tired of walking everywhere,” Janice says as they sit in the park. Teddy has a bag of breadcrumbs, and he’s feeding ducks.
There’s a video montage with some music in the background of them going back and forth between the two timelines and just having a fun day with it, knowing that in a few short hours, their problems will all be solved.
At the end of the day, they sit at a bar and drink some wine. They are all happy knowing that their individual financial situations will be ending soon. They’ve practically finished off a bottle of wine when the bartender walks over, “Gonna need you to settle up your tab,” he slides a receipt across the table.
Teddy reaches for his wallet but nearly chokes when he sees the total on the bill, “I think there’s some mistake. We ordered the 2001.”
The bartender nods, “Correct. It’s 452 dollars.”
A rather drunk Janice sets her glass down, “I’m sorry. You’ve really made a mistake. The 2001 is like twenty bucks, max.”
“Miss, I know you’ve had a bit to drink, but this is a 19-year-old bottle of wine. It’s 452 dollars. We do take credit cards….”
Teddy has two twenties in his wallet.
Janice then notices the bartender’s iPad. “Shit,” she mutters under her breath. “Can you give us one moment?”
The bartender nods and walks away, and Janice looks at Teddy, “Who opened the door last?”
Teddy looks at her, “You did…” then he gets it. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit! What do we do?”
“Run for it,” they slide from their stools and runs out the door with the bartender chasing after them, but he stops when they get out the door.
Morning comes with a pair of hangovers, but as the two get it together, they venture out with their winning lotto ticket.
The announcement of the lotto winners comes on the television.
“It’s the big moment. Everyone grab your lottery tickets, and let’s get to today’s numbers.”
Janice and Teddy exchange looks and then turn their attention back to the television.
“Today’s winning numbers are….”
We see the 9 on the ticket.
The one is next.
The eight it next.”
The zero is next. Teddy and Janice’s eyes are getting big.
“0. 9. And the final number is 9. 9180099 are the winning numbers for today.”
Janice begins to squeal in joy, and Teddy just whoops it up as the numbers match exactly what they have on the ticket.
They celebrate until things begin to shake and the numbers on the ticket slowly disappear.
As the shaking stops, Janice’s eyes go wide as she realizes the winning number is missing from the ticket now.
“What’s wrong?” asks Teddy, and he looks over.
Janice begins to wail out loud.
Somberly, the two walk up the stairs back to their apartment, “Looks like we cannot cheat time. We have to live an honest life. Somehow it knows when we’re trying to take advantage,” Teddy says.
“Shut it,” Janice says, not in the mood for his speculation.
“Fine,” says Teddy as he opens the door, and they walk in.
Janice removes her backpack and throws it to the ground in anger, and then storms out her side of the door.
Teddy follows her out.
They begin to have the most ridiculous argument when suddenly Janice stops fighting and points to the sky. Teddy, not realizing what she’s doing, continues to argue. She grabs his face and spins him around, “Look, you idiot!” She points up.
On the big screen, there is a female interviewing a male. Teddy’s mouth drops open when he immediately recognizes an older version of himself on the screen.
Janice is still stunned, “You’re fucking rich. You’re the biggest real estate tycoon in the city.”
“See?” Teddy says as he stares at himself on the large billboard-sized screen. “My lousy drawing turned me into a billionaire.”
“So cool,” Janice says under her breath, scootching a little closer to him. He shrugs her off, “I’m nobody, remember? Why are you following me now?”
She continues to follow him, obviously no longer angry now that she knows the future Teddy is rich. Teddy circles the building until he finds the entrance, and he tries to walk in, but he’s stopped by security. “Are you here for the conference?” he’s asked.
“Yes, of course,” Teddy says.
The other guard asks, “Can we see your invitations?”
Well, that was unexpected as Janice and Teddy exchange looks. Suddenly, Teddy gets a bright idea and points to his face, “You don’t recognize me?”
The first guard looks closer, and then his eyes go wide, “Mr. Knight! Wait, aren’t you inside already giving a lecture?”
Teddy shakes his head, “I’m actually his brother.”
The guards immediately motion him through, but as Janice tries to follow, they stop her. “Is this lady with you?” Teddy is asked.
“I’m his wife,” Janice explains.
Teddy shakes his head, “I came alone,” and then he storms through, leaving Janice to complain to the guards.
Teddy steps into the main auditorium and sees himself up on the stage. It’s Teddy, but twenty years older. He’s confident, calm, and seems to have everyone’s undivided attention. He’s everything that younger Teddy is not. As older Teddy walks the stage, he’s animated as he speaks with elegance and grace.
Young Teddy is dumbfounded, “Who the fuck is that?” He pushes past the cameras as older Teddy stops speaking, and everyone gives him a round of applause. But, as young Teddy gets closer, the building begins to shake. The cameras push into Teddy from behind, forcing him closer to his future self, and a chunk of the ceiling falls down and crashes on the floor.
Everyone rises to their feet, shrieking and screaming, and begins to rush to the exits as the building continues to shake and fall apart. Theodore is ushered by his security as quickly as possible, right past Teddy, who watches him go. He doesn’t realize that a pillar of glass is falling towards him, and he raises his hand to block it, and the glass shatters all around him, cutting his arm.
Theodore stops as he gets to safety but notices the scar on his own arm that wasn’t there before, and then images begin to flash through his brain. Images that younger Teddy went through in the past few days with Janice. The time split, waking up in the same bed, the lottery ticket, the argument, and seeing himself on the big screen billboard. Theodore gets disoriented for a moment as all of this just floods his brain.
As the conference-goers flee the building, Janice uses the commotion to sneak inside to look for Teddy as the building continues to shake and shudder. Theodore passes right by Janice, recognizing her immediately, but his security finally gets him out of the building, which causes the building to stop crumbling.
Janice finds Teddy in the main auditorium, blood running down his arm. She turns to walk away, angry that he ditched her, but changes her mind and walks back to him, grabs his arm, and drags him out of the auditorium.
“I wanted to go to 2041,” Theodore says as he looks out his window that overlooks the city. “We accidentally opened the door to 2001 instead.”
Erica is sitting at a desk, “Just a simple miscalculation, I’m sure.”
The scientist from earlier knows he fucked up. Bad. “That’s all it was. A simple miscalculation.”
Theodore turns to him, “How could I come from the past to the present? I suddenly have a scar on my arm, and I have memories that never existed.”
“The memories have been added because your past self deviated from what actually happened to you back then. He created new events in your life. For now, the effects are still limited. The problem is that as long as your past self is still in our timeline, there could be so much more that could be changed.”
Erica rises from her seat and walks over to the two, “What exactly do you mean?
The scientist turns to her, “There will be an overlap.”
Theodore shakes his head, “What is that? Am I in danger? Will I disappear?”
The scientist isn’t sure exactly how to answer the question but shakes his head, “Not exactly, no. But the longer your past self stays in this timeline, you could vanish, little by little.” He clears his throat, “Or you could just vanish suddenly.”
“So you don’t really know, do you?” asks Theodore.
The scientist isn’t willing to admit that much, “I need to do a few more calculations.”
Theodore shoves a finger into the scientist’s forehead, hard, several times. “What I’m telling you is that I don’t want to fucking vanish! So, you better get down to the lab and fix this! Can you fix this? Is there a solution?”
The scientist nods his head, “Of course.”
Theodore just looks at him, waiting for the answer.
“You must get your past self back to his own timeline, and he must not do anything further in this timeline.” He pokes Theodore back in the forehead. “And stop poking me!”
Theodore looks like he wants to punch the guy, but he needs him, so he just turns his back to him. “Get out.”
The scientist starts to leave but adds, “You might not vanish suddenly.”
Theodore spins around and yells, “I said get out!”
The scientist finally turns and walks out of the office as he rubs the new scar on his arm.
“That was a bit harsh, don’t you think?” asks Erica. “We need him to make this succeed.”
“I know,” Theodore responds. “We didn’t expect this. We didn’t expect this at all.”
Janice is putting a bandage on Teddy, who’s smiling from ear to ear. “I’m fucking rich,” he says. He’s been on cloud nine since he found out about his future.
“I’ll admit, you’re future self is pretty damn cool,” she says to him.
Teddy points at her, “You better treat me better,” he warns her. “Or else my future self will just ignore that you exist.”
Janice suddenly has a thought, “What if we had a child together?”
That causes Teddy to nearly choke.
If she could trap a rich man, that would solve her financial problems. She looks up at him, “Let’s have sex….”
“No,” Teddy responds abruptly.
She points up at him, “You want to….”
Teddy shakes his head, “I do not. From this moment forward, we need to stay an arm’s length from each other. I am saying this out loud for my future self. Besides, in my time, sex is a big deal. People from your time are way too free with yourselves.”
“You’re fucking stupid,” she says as she stands up. “Free love was in the sixties.”
“Obviously, in your time, nothing is free,” Teddy mutters under his breath.
Teddy looks at himself in the mirror, “Why would I start going by Theodore? I always hated that name.”
Janice stands behind him, “Changing your name means changing your status. Look at you now. You’re weak and frail. Theodore was confident and powerful. Theodore sounds like someone you don’t want to fuck with. Teddy sounds like a pizza delivery driver.”
She starts to massage his back.
“Get away from me.”
“Have you given it some thought?” Erica asks Teddy as he stands in front of her desk.
Teddy nods his head, “Yes.”
She slides a contract in front of him. “Sign it.”
“You misunderstand,” Teddy tells her as he slides the contract back towards her. “I already have an investor.”
This seems surprising to Erica, “Who?”
Teddy seems confident when he answers, “I’m not exactly sure who, but there’s someone. I’m certain of it.” Seeing his future self with so much money has given Teddy that little boost. He may not know who eventually invests in his project, but there is someone out there.
Erica can’t figure out what the hell Teddy is talking about, “Excuse me?” she asks.
“Since I have an investor, there’s no reason for me to work like a dog for you any further,” Teddy continues.
“Have you finally lost your mind? I knew this day was coming,” Erica says, looking at him incredulously. “How can you be positive there is an investor out there?”
“It’s really none of your concern. I’m just here to tell you that you can’t boss me around anymore. If you don’t watch your step, I could disclose everything I heard, and you’d be done.”
Erica rises from her seat. Her substantial height causes Teddy to take a step back. “Are you mad? Have you lost your ever-loving mind?”
Suddenly the boss walks into the room, and Erica seems surprised. She turns to Teddy, “You’re dismissed.”
Teddy grins and heads out of her office as the boss sits down. Before exiting the building, the last thing Teddy hears is the boss asking Erica, “Are you doing some personal business behind my back?”
Theodore pulls up in front of the jewelry store where Janice is working, polishing some pieces. He steps out of his fancy car and walks into the store and right up to Janice. “Hello. I’m Theodore Knight.”
Janice is dumbfounded. She knows who he is, obviously, but to be face to face with him. She manages to stammer out, “I know….”
“Janice Thorn,” he says, already knowing who she is, and this comes as a surprise to her. How could he possibly know her? She just nods her head, acknowledging that it is indeed her name.
The manager of her store is watching this exchange, wondering what the hell is going on. She starts to interrupt when Theodore turns to her, “I’m fine right here.” The manager moves off to a corner but continues to watch the exchange.
Theodore turns to the still flustered Janice and asks. “Can I take you to dinner?”
Janice doesn’t even have an answer for that, but the next thing she knows, she’s in his car, and he’s driving. She looks a little comfortable, but she manages to turn to him. “Hello.”
Theodore continues to drive, so now she’s not sure what to say or do in a situation like this.
She fidgets for a bit until he finally asks, “Do I look like Teddy?”
Her head snaps towards him, “How did you know about that?”
“I’ve recently had some new memories. You and Teddy appearing together has become a part of my life experience. Teddy will eventually become me, of course.” He turns to smile at her.
Janice nods her head, “Oh! Of course. That makes complete sense.”
There is a string quartet playing as Theodore leads the way towards the restaurant. The wind is blowing, and Janice has to move quickly to keep up with the rich man in front of her. Suddenly a gust of wind moves past her, causing part of her skirt to blow up into her face. She spins around and tries to push it back down, and when she does, Theodore is watching her with an amused expression.
“You’re exactly as I remember you,” he tells her. “I prefer someone down to earth.”
Janice isn’t sure how to take that, but she smiles nonetheless.
Theodore turns to walk into the restaurant, and Janice looks into the window and smooths down her hair.
The meal has come, and they are halfway through it when Theodore looks up at her, “You know you’re hurting Teddy, right?”
Janice looks up at him, surprised at the statement. “Pardon?”
“Your apartment is in chaos, but it will soon disappear,” Theodore says as he cuts at his steak. “As for Teddy, there are two possibilities. He can follow the precise order of things until he reaches today with no deviation from the natural order. Secondly, he could, because of your appearance, do things he shouldn’t have. It could result in his utter destruction.”
This shocks Janice, “You mean he could….”
Theodore nods. “He could die.”
There’s a moment of silence as Janice places her fork and knife onto the table, taking this information in.
“I’m sure you don’t want him to be in danger,” Theodore tells her.
Janice leans in close, “How do we save him?”
“You need to leave him.”
That wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
Theodore watches her, “Teddy and I are one person. I can give you a much better life than he can, however. More importantly, you and I belong in the same space-time. This is the reality of the situation. Besides, being with him will not profit you in the least. He has nothing. Right?” Theodore actually laughs at his younger self.
Janice has lost her appetite as her food goes uneaten now.
“If you want to save him then, I will arrange for a better place for you to live. Get ready to move out.”
This wasn’t at all what Janice was expecting when they left the jewelry store, and she’s not sure she likes it one bit.
Teddy, very full of himself today, walks into the market and up to the seafood counter. “What do you have that’s expensive.”
The man behind the counter points to the giant king crab. Teddy looks at it and then decides to get the smaller crabs next to it instead.
Theodore and Janice are silent as Theodore drives her back towards her apartment.
Finding the silence a little awkward, Theodore reaches down and turns on the stereo which plays some music. Janice’s eyes dart to the radio, remembering this song from the cassette that Teddy had in his apartment.
Theodore has planned this entire thing out perfectly, even to the song they shared on the first night they met. She recalls the good times that she and Teddy have had so far. She also knows when she’s being manipulated. Teddy and Theodore might be the same person, but at the same time, they aren’t the same at all.
The change between Teddy and Theodore is night and day.
Teddy is inside the apartment, cooking up a storm as Theodore’s car pulls up outside the apartment. Janice’s hand is clenched in a fist, and Theodore notices. He reaches over to take her hand, but she slides it away from him.
“You do like me, don’t you?” Theodore asks her. “He and I are the same person after all.” When she doesn’t answer him, just sitting there, he adds. “I guess it’ll take some getting used to.”
He reaches for her hand again, but she moves it away once more, letting out a big sigh.
“We’ll take it slow,” he tells her. “There’s plenty of time. Go tell Teddy to accept Erica’s investment, and everything will be returned to the way it should be. If you want to save him, you have to convince him.”
Janice nods her head.
Meanwhile, inside the apartment, Teddy hears a car door close outside, and he walks to the door, looking out the window, and sees Janice with Theodore. He hands her a box of some sort. A present.
Teddy can overhear Theodore thanking her for having dinner with him. Janice accepts the package and moves towards the stairs, and at that moment, Teddy and Theodore lock eyes.
Janice slowly walks up the stairs carrying the package, and she pauses, taking a deep breath and knowing what she must do. When she opens the door, Teddy sits on the floor, holding a head of broccoli in his hands. He leaps up to his feet as she comes in.
“Congratulations,” he tells her.
Janice seems confused, “What are you talking about?”
Teddy fiddles with the broccoli, “I saw myself outside dropping you off in his luxury car.”
Janice clears her throat, “You sure get me. You took me to a fancy restaurant. There was a string quartet. You even remembered how much I love chocolate cake.”
Teddy knows he shouldn’t be jealous. It is himself, but he can’t help the feeling that hits him.
“You looked very handsome in your suit,” she adds, trying to ease the tension.
Teddy tries to laugh it off, “Of course. As long as you were happy,” he tells her.
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be happy?” she tells him. “Aren’t you happy?”
Teddy nods his head, “Of course. I mean, it’s still the two of us, right? We won’t have to worry about money. We’ll be happy and enjoy our life together in the future. I’m sure I spared no expense for you. I would give you the world.”
Janice nods her head, tears starting to come as she reaches out and wraps her arms around his neck, and hugs him tight as he stands there like an idiot. “I’ll admit, Theodore was pretty cool. Are you going to hug me back or what?”
With a head of broccoli in his hand, he wraps his arm around her and returns the hug.
Then she hits him with, “I might have to move out.”
Teddy’s eyes give away how he feels about this. As she pulls away, she tries to laugh it off, “I mean, there’s no way we can continue to live together in this tiny, awful place, right?”
More awkward silence.
Janice is trying to keep it together, then she remembers. “Oh, Theodore asked me to tell you to accept Erica’s offer. That’s what he did to get where he is today. Who is Erica?”
Teddy is still taken aback by Janice’s announcement that she’s moving out. “It’s a business thing,” he manages to say.
Janice nods her head and then pats Teddy on the shoulder, “You’re going to make it big.”
Teddy isn’t so sure with a million things going through his brain right now. “Are you sure he’s my future self?”
Seriously now, Janice looks at Teddy. “Of course. He is you. He can give me the life that I want.”
Teddy nods his head, “Of course. Listen, if I behave awful towards you or if I don’t treat you right after all of this, you let me know, and I’ll find my future self and punch him in the nose?”
“Stop acting like a child,” Janice says, finding some amusement in his words. More seriously, she says, “Work hard.”
In the back of a car, Theodore hands Janice a credit card, “Tell me if this isn’t enough. If you need anything at all, just call my driver.”
Janice hesitates, so Theodore places it in her hand. As the car drives away, leaving Janice behind, her expression completely gives away that she’s not too sure she’s making the right decision.
She walks up to the abandoned house as the realtor watches the car drive away. It was the same house that she saw her younger self playing with her father. Her childhood home. It has been left to the elements with no upkeep, but she sits and stares at it as if nothing has changed at all.
When the realtor turns around, we see it’s Brandon from the beginning of the movie. “You finally found the perfect husband. You hit the jackpot,” he tells her.
When she doesn’t return the sentiment, he gets more serious. “Let’s go inside.”
Teddy is signing some paperwork at Erica’s desk. He hesitates, looking up at her, before scribbling out his signature at the bottom of the page.
The document is notarized, and he slides it across the desk to her as she grins.
Janice has gathered some things from the apartment when the door opens, and Teddy walks in. She heads for the door, and the two walk by each other, without a single word, and as Janice places her hand on the doorknob, she finally turns back.
“Is there anything you’d like to say before I go?” She looks like she has something specific she’d like to hear as he turns back to her.
Teddy forces a smile, “It looks like you’re finally achieving everything you’ve ever wanted. I’m very happy for you.”
This was not what she wanted to hear. “I’m happy for you too. You have a bright future ahead of you. No regrets, right?”
As they both look at each other, eyes filled with regret, Teddy finally nods his head. “Right. No regrets.”
Janice nods her head. “Bye then. See you in twenty years.”
As Teddy looks around the apartment, everything reminds him of her. Then he notices that her side of the door is still opened. An umbrella had dropped down to block the door from closing.
Outside on the street, Janice pauses and then starts to cry.
Erica De Lange steps out of her office and walks down the hall to the boss’s office. She fishes out a key from her pocket and opens the door as she looks to make sure no one is still around to see her.
She closes the door behind her and then sits down at her boss’s desk, turns on his computer, and begins to type.
She saves the document to a floppy disk, but as she pulls it from the computer, the door opens, and her boss steps in. “What are you doing here?”
Erica tries to hurry towards the door, but the boss grabs her hand with the disk in it, and there’s a struggle in the dark until Erica gives him a push, and he falls, hitting his head against the edge of the desk.
She hurries towards the door to flip on the light switch and then moves back to the body on the floor. Erica leans down and places the back of her hand close to his mouth and nose, and when she feels his breath against it, she’s relieved. “He’s alive.”
But then the realization of the moment sets in. He’s alive, so he can report her to the police. She could go to jail for the rest of her life. She rushes to the door and closes it, and turns the lock. Erica grabs a bottle of whiskey from his shelf and pops the cork. She forces his mouth open and begins to pour the liquor into his mouth.
Theodore walks up the steps to Janice’s home and knocks on the door.
Inside, Janice is just sitting in the dark. The furniture left behind is still covered in drop cloths, and there are packed boxes everywhere. She rises from where she sat on the floor and walks to the door, opening it up.
Theodore walks in, then closes the door. “This place isn’t too bad,” he says as he walks over to the couch and sits down, sliding to the center. He pats a spot next to him, “Come sit here.”
Instead, Janice walks to the loveseat across from him and sits down without saying a word.
The silence is a bit much for Theodore, who stands up, “Remind me, and I’ll send someone over to change the locks for you and check all the windows. You’ll be living alone from now on, and I want you to be safe.”
Something beeps in Theodore’s pockets, but he ignores it.
“We should probably have someone check your gas lines as well. This place hasn’t been used in a while.”
Something doesn’t sit right with Janice as she rises to her feet and begins to study Theodore.
“Leave it all to me,” he says as he turns around, surprised to find her standing there behind him.
He clears his throat. “Perhaps you should change a little bit about yourself. Perhaps not be so headstrong. I’ll be working a lot, so I won’t be able to keep an eye on you as much as I use to. Be more considerate. Maybe you should start your own business. Save some money so you can be independent.”
Janice is just staring at him, and then she closes the distance between them and presses her lips against his. It takes a moment before he responds, but he wraps his arms around her and returns the kiss.
Janice pushes away from him and, with tears in her eyes, “Listen to me. Take good care of yourself. You need to smile more, Teddy.” She starts to cry. She has noticed something we hadn’t noticed yet. The price tag on the back of his suit jacket. The ruse is up as Teddy removes the fake glasses from his face.
“What are you saying? My name is Theodore,” he says as tears come to his own eyes now.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Janice says.
“See? How will you fit into high society when you use words like that?” Teddy scolds her. “You need to be prim and proper to fit in.”
Janice begins to laugh at the thought as she wipes the tears away from her face with her hands. “I’ll keep your words in mind,” she says as she continues to cry.
“Don’t cry,” he tries to hold her, but she slaps his hands away.
“When I’m with you, Theodore, I’ll be a person of status worthy of your company,” she tells him, choking back on her tears.
Teddy can’t stand to see her cry as he reaches out and brushes away her tears, “I don’t know why you’re crying. You’re going to see me practically every day.”
“Fucking idiot,” she mutters at him, “Goddammit, I said it again.”
Teddy’s phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket, continuing the charade. “Looks like I have a board meeting. I’ll be going, but take care of yourself,” he tells her. He walks to the door, but as he puts his hand on the doorknob.
“Wait,” she says, still crying. She walks up to the doorway and stands behind him before finally saying, “Goodbye.”
He opens the door and steps outside. When the door closes, it makes a loud, empty thud.
Teddy walks down the street and begins to bawl. While inside, Janice just drops to the floor and cries, hugging her knees tightly to her.
Teddy walks into his apartment. The umbrella is still there to keep the door propped open. He reaches down, and knowing that he would never be able to open that side of the door again, he removes the umbrella, and the door closes, forever blocking him from going back to 2021.
He takes the slow, long walk to the back of the apartment, seeing all of Janice’s stuff that was left behind. He sits down on the bed, and his phone begins to ring.
Erica is just closing the trunk of a car in the parking garage as Teddy walks by on an upper level, bending down to see what’s going on.
“Hurry up,” she tells him as Teddy runs down and around to meet her at the car where she tosses him a set of keys. “Drive this car and follow me.”
Teddy has no clue what’s going on as he follows Erica’s car. He also has no clue why Erica is going to the overpass that’s under construction.
The rain begins to fall as the cars drive to where the construction has ended. The overpass isn’t yet completed, so it just drops off suddenly.
Erica brings the car she’s driving to a stop several feet from the drop-off point, and Teddy pulls up next to her. Erica gets out of her car, walks to the back of the car that Teddy was driving, and opens the trunk.
Erica’s got enough strength to manhandle the boss’s body out of the trunk, and Teddy is appalled. “What are you doing?”
As she grabs him under the arms from behind and drags him towards the other car, she explains, “He knows everything. When he wakes up, we’ll be sent to jail.”
Teddy follows her, “I did not sign up for murder. You can’t do this!”
Still struggling with the body, Erica glares at Teddy, “I’m not going to jail.”
Teddy starts to panic and moves over to stop Erica, “I can’t let you do this.”
“You drove him here!” she yells at him. “You’re involved whether you like it or not.” She uses one of her arms to shove him away and then continues to drag the body. She muscles him into the driver’s seat as Teddy just looks on, still in shock as the rain soaks them both.
“How long before we can restore the timeline?” Theodore asks as the scientists are still working on the problem. “Tonight?”
The scientist moves from one console to the other. “Possibly, but you said she moved out. Your younger self can’t freely enter this timeline now. What are you worried about?”
Theodore knows what he’s worried about as he remembers the night twenty years ago when he helps Erica De Lange murder their boss.
He remembers Erica putting their boss in the driver’s seat, putting the car into drive, and watching as the car went over the side of the overpass. He remembers Erica rushing to the edge and watching as the car explodes while Teddy just stood there. Theodore also knows that if Erica hadn’t done that, he wouldn’t be in the position he was today.
Everything from that moment on changed for Theodore. Once Erica handed him that credit card, he started his rise to fame and fortune. Awards. Prestige. Money. Fame. All of it was because of that night in the rain.
Meanwhile, on the overpass, everything was playing out, just as Theodore remembered as Teddy watched Erica place Janice’s father into the driver’s seat of the car. He already reeked of alcohol. As Teddy watches, he notices something.
He recalls the story she told of how her father didn’t come home one night as she waited. It was the night that changed her life forever. Left her with nothing.
Teddy realizes the man who Erica is about to kill is Janice’s father.
“It was a drunk driving accident. He was burned alive. All that was left was a keychain.” The words ring in his head.
Teddy rushes in, grabs Erica from behind, and tries to pull her away from the car, but she elbows him in the face, “Get away from me!” she snaps. Teddy doesn’t give up as he grabs her and pushes her away from the car already set in motion towards the edge, very slowly.
Teddy tries to reach in to put it in park, but Erica grabs him around the throat from behind and drags him away from the moving car as it inches towards destruction.
He manages to turn around and push her off of him and goes back to the car, but Erica grabs him around the ankle and drags him away from the car, and then mounts him and starts to choke him as the rain continue to pour down on them and the car continues its slow crawl.
Teddy tilts his head, seeing the car nearing the edge, he digs his fingers into Erica’s eyes, and she screams out as he kicks her off of him, rolls over, and runs towards the car. He grabs at his boss and tries to pull him from the car just as the front tires roll off the edge and the car stops moving.
Suddenly, Theodore gets a massive headache as he clutches his head in pain. Something’s not right. He runs out of the building as he holds his head and hops into his car, and starts to drive. But he doesn’t get far as he just disappears into thin air.
Dawn has come, and Janice’s father is listening to Teddy’s explanation. The car is still sitting with two wheels off the edge of the unfinished overpass. “I’m willing to take full responsibility,” Teddy says once he finishes explaining his part in all of this.
“You saved my life,” his boss tells him. “You can go.”
Teddy smiles, “Thank you.” He starts to walk away, but he pauses and turns around. “You might not understand what I’m about to say. With everything that has happened, I feel it’s as if fate is giving us another chance. A fresh opportunity. Your daughter is still waiting for you at home. If I meet her in another space-time, I’ll certainly take good care of her.”
The boss doesn’t seem pleased. “My daughter is twelve years old! Why are you talking about my daughter?”
Teddy realizes how it might sound and just says, “Sorry,” and hurries off.
Meanwhile, Erica is being placed in the back of a squad car, but she’s quite the handful as Teddy walks by.
Janice is looking at Theodore’s credit card, and she leaves it on the covered couch as she grabs her purse and heads towards the door of the house that she used to live in, deciding that it wasn’t worth keeping with the strings that were attached.
She walks out the door and towards the gate. She steps out, closes the gate and pauses, and looks through it to the abandoned house. She takes in a deep breath and then turns and walks off.
Teddy is walking down the street, still wet from the rain of the night. Suddenly he stops. Something’s not right.
Janice is walking as well, and she stops as well as things begin to change around her.
They each continue to walk. Something causes Teddy to stop, and he looks at the storefront window and sees Janice.
Janice turns around, and in the reflection of the same storefront, she sees Teddy.
But as they burst into the stores, there’s no one inside.
They both rush out to the street and look up and down, trying to find the other, but neither is where they thought they were.
Suddenly, as if they remember something, they each begin to run.
Teddy runs down the street and turns a corner.
Janice runs in front of the storefronts and also turns a corner.
As they reach the corner, the look of disappointment on their faces is evident. It’s then we see them, face to face, but in different timelines in a split-screen.
“Are you there?” Janice asks tears running down her face.
Teddy can’t see her, but somehow he knows she’s there. “Don’t cry. It’s not an attractive look on you.”
“I’m the fairest of them all,” she responds as if she can hear him.
Teddy nods his head as if he can hear her. “Take care of yourself.”
“Don’t forget me,” she tells him.
“When we meet again, don’t hit me,” he tells her.
They slowly walk towards each other, but as they get to the other, they just walk through and pause on the other side of each other, knowing that they are forever stuck in their own time-space.