The Discovery Page #2

maybe she was going someplace better.

It was because the Discovery

made her think that it was guaranteed.

Well, yeah. Death used to be something

we just had to live with,

and now it's a convenient way

to escape pain. That's okay.

That's okay?

Another plane of existence, maybe.

Who knows? But I look around, I see

a lot of people jumping out of planes

hoping they're gonna grow wings.

Reality and fantasy

are mutually exclusive.

They don't exist in the same space.

What?

When I was five, I had an accident,

and I died for about a minute.

When I was resuscitated,

I told my parents that I saw something.

Flashes. A little boy.

Me, maybe, or my brother.

I felt stranded...

Stranded where?

This empty beach.

It doesn't matter. It was a dream.

It was a dream that I embellished

after I woke up.

Why would you make all that up?

I think it's our instinct

to search for meaning,

and when there is none,

it's our instinct to create meaning

and we just... lie. We lie to ourselves.

You are so annoying.

Has anyone ever told you that?

Yeah, they have.

Ugh. Thank God we only have

a minute left together

before we're strangers again.

You think it's gonna be a minute

this time of year? You're crazy.

Crazy, but right.

That's the attractive-girl component

and I didn't factor that in.

You'd better work on your math.

Hey!

For whatever it's worth,

I think you do look like an Isla.

How many of us have you met?

- I got it.

- No, I got it, man.

Well, I don't want to die

before we get there, Toby.

- What's going on over here?

- Eddie.

- Wait, Eddie Iodice? Eddie died?

- Mm-hmm. Yeah, just to get there.

Just to f***ing get there.

Guy pulled a Marilyn Monroe,

downed a whole bottle of pills right there

in his bedroom.

Good dude, too.

- Real pity.

- You didn't wanna go to the service?

Go to the...? I would rather stick

my dick in a wood chipper

- than go to another f***ing funeral.

- Got it.

You know, I'm not as stupid

as you might think.

When you called the other day

and I told you

that Dad had built something new...

after that conversation...

suddenly you wanted to come home.

You're sounding just as paranoid as him.

Dad said he needed

to change things up.

People knowing our address

was too dangerous.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you

on the phone,

but we don't trust phones now.

Here we are.

Off to see the wizard.

What the f*** is this place?

Uh, it used to be a summer camp

for "troubled youths."

Which I never really understood,

because if they're bad kids,

why would they deserve a fun summer?

You know?

But then it shut down

and Dad bought it.

What do you think?

I think it's completely insane.

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