Omni Loop

Zoya's father: You're going to do incredible things one day, Zoya Lowe.

You're going to change the world.

(monitor beeping, ventilator hissing)

Jayne: And, so what does that mean?

Doctor: Well, it's... It... it means just that.

She has a black hole growing inside of her body.

A black hole?

Yes, a small one, about the size of a peanut,

right here between her lungs.

Oh, we have a pamphlet here if you want to take a look.

So, what do we do? What happens now?

Well, it's...

I'm sorry. Um...

There's not much we can do for her.

Right now, my advice is to take her home.

Try to keep her mind off of it.

Try to keep her distracted, positive.

Doctor: Just make her feel comfortable.

Comfortable?

How much longer does she have?

It's hard to say. We honestly don't know.

Doctor: And if it continues at this rate, I'd...

I'd say maybe another week.

I'm sorry.

They're watching the game.

Jayne: Hey, Mom.

How are you doing?

So, it sounds like we're gonna get to take you home today.

So that'll be nice.

Yeah.

That's great.

Donald: Watch your feet!

Jayne: It says here that it's most common amongst astronauts

and that people who have been exposed

to prolonged periods of intense radiation.

Donald: You know, maybe we don't need to read that right now.

Jayne: Mom, are you experiencing any symptoms yet?

It says it can cause intestinal blockage,

but then also diarrhea.

I bought a new CD, you know?

Um, Soldiers of de Riddem.

Morris: Oh, there we go.

It's fine.

You know, I really don't need a wheelchair.

Are you sure? I got it right here.

Ah, shoot. Just give me one second.

Morris: (grunts) Stupid thing.

Donald: You okay?

Yes.

I just don't wanna go to the publishers tomorrow, that's all.

Donald: Ah! Well, they want to see you.

I mean, they're probably super excited

about that last chapter we sent.

Donald: What do you got there?

Nothing.

Man: Of course. I mean, we wouldn't wanna rush you.

Um, I know the last chapter you sent in was a little...

You guys will pull through this. I know you will.

I know Zoya. She's a fighter.

Yeah. Thank you.

Definitely. We'll make sure it gets finished.

We even have a cover mock-up and everything.

And you said you didn't wanna make any changes, correct?

Yeah.

All righty.

Then we'll want you to sign here, and here.

And also here.

Donald: Thank you so much.

Don't mention it. It's our job.

The important thing is that you're able to relax,

enjoy some quality family time.

Yeah.

Thanks.

I will.

Here we are again.

(gentle bossa nova music continues)

- Cynthia: Was that your mother? - (music fades)

Yep.

Cynthia: I wouldn't worry about her too much.

She's always like that.

I know.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Yeah, sure. Just be careful.

- What do you mean? - (crow caws)

- (bird dropping splats) - Oh! Oh, my goodness.

Oh. Well, thank you!

How did you know?

Do you wanna hear a secret?

Sure.

- I've done this before. - (machine beeps)

- (wheelchair rolls) - (pen scribbles)

What do you mean?

I take a pill.

Tomorrow night, I take a pill and I go back a week.

Back?

- Right back to the hospital. - (gasps)

- This has all happened before. - (shuts car door)

- (splat) - So many times before.

What are you sayin'?

I'm saying that I've lived this week before.

I know what's gonna happen in every second of every moment

of every day.

Because I've seen it all before.

From the wake up, to the publishers,

to the lawyers, to the beach.

- My mom. My birthday. - (whooshes)

- (splat) - All of it.

From the bird shit...

- (splat) - To the bocce.

- Bocce? - (speaks Italian)

It's always the same.

We've... we've had this conversation before?

Yes. Well, no.

Usually we talk about

how you see the same people every day.

How you've been here for eight years.

How quickly time passes.

Who are you?

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter because you won't remember it.

You won't remember anything I say.

'Cause tomorrow night my nose will bleed.

I'll lock myself in the bathroom.

I'll take another pill. (gulps)

- (splat) - Zoya: I'll go back a week.

- (shuts car door) - (wheelchair clatters) - (whooshes)

And I'll see you there.

And I'll say...

- "Be careful." - (splat)

Oh, my goodness. Oh...

Thank you.

How did you know?

Lucky guess.

Thank you.

- Don't mention it. - (sighs)

Oh, it's hard.

Donald: Wow.

I can't believe I haven't seen this before.

Zoya: You have. You just don't remember.

Oh, wow! Is that Professor Dulseberg?

- Yeah. Mean, old Dulseberg. - Jesus.

He was even older than I remembered.

Zoya: Mm-hmm.

That was the last day at IGE before they left for Europe.

Donald: Oh. Yeah, look at that, you even got old Mark in there.

Oh, stop.

What?

Don't act like you didn't have girlfriends before me.

I mean, I didn't.

Hmm.

- I had dates. - Yeah.

- I had dinner. - Sure.

Maybe a movie.

This one of your old textbooks?

Yeah. Chem.

So cute.

You always used to write your name in 'em like that.

Oh, you always took such good care of your books, too.

Zoya: Yeah. They're probably all outdated by now.

- Morris: Surprise! - Jayne: Surprise!

Wow! How unexpected.

Yeah, we know it's not for a couple weeks,

but we thought it might be fun to surprise you.

- Definitely. - Oh, and we got presents.

Yes. Yes. Get them.

Oh, wait! She's gotta blow the candles out first.

Oh, yeah. Blow out the candles. (claps)

- (blows air) - (together) Yay!

Did you make a wish?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you gotta make a wish.

I wish we could do something different.

What do you mean?

My nose is gonna start bleeding soon.

- What? - Wait, are you okay?

- I'm fine. - Mom, what's going on?

Nothing. Uh, I just have to go to the bathroom for a second.

I'll be right back.