Time Lapse Page #2

I believe I've seen my death.

I know the cardinal rule

of time and causality...

is that one should not attempt

to change the future.

But under these circumstances,

it seems to be a risk worth taking.

If I believed in God,

I would pray today that no greater harm

will come from what I'm about to do."

Then what?

Nothing. That's the last entry,

a week ago today.

A week ago.

Seven photos. That means it was

kicking it out after he disappeared.

So it must be on a timer.

8:
00 pm.

Then why are there so many daytime ones?

Maybe it's only been taking ones

at night for the last week.

All right.

Even I have to admit this photo

is a little f***ing unsettling.

I think I know where he might be.

- Christ. What's he keeping in here?

- I don't know.

Him and the previous manager

added this door years ago.

God, please, oh, please,

don't let him be in there.

There's no way. If there was a dead body

in there, we'd be able to smell it.

- Oh, God.

- What? Is he in there?

Oh, my God. Close it, close it.

What happened to him?

It looked like he was burned.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

I mean, did you see his suit?

It was fine. It wasn't even touched.

Isn't it obvious?

I mean, you read his journal.

He broke the cardinal rule.

You don't f*** with time.

Jasper, please take his hat off.

It's my thinking cap.

What the hell is there to think about?

We need to call the police, guys.

Hang on. That could be a big mistake.

What do you mean?

I mean, we just discovered

a f***ing time-traveling camera!

We need to consider the possibilities.

Well, one possibility is we've all been

dosed with lethal amounts of radiation

that... you know,

could've killed Mr. "B."

Okay, Negative Nancy, but...

what if we could use this thing?

How?

Remember how Mr. "B" took a photo

of himself holding that sign?

What if we put up,

like... the newspaper?

- We would know what happens in the future.

- Yeah, the newspaper, Jasper?

What are you thinking?

Arts and Entertainment?

Or are you thinking the race results?

Well, what if? I mean, think about

how much money we could make.

Callie...

I foretell that tonight

is your last night waiting tables.

And instead, you can pursue

writing full time.

Callie?

No! Absolutely not!

We're go... We're calling the police.

Finn, I foretell that you live the rest

of your life in pathetic obscurity

and die penniless and insane.

- I'm serious, Jasper.

- So am I.

Does it look like the cops are here?

That people are buzzing about

the charred corpse in the storage unit?

Everything looks fine.

Look, if we reported it, we probably

wouldn't have had the party anyway.

We'd have canceled it altogether.

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