Stranger Than Fiction Page #4

Harold?

Yes? Sorry.

What's going on, Harold?

Well... .

Nothing. Everything's fine.

Listen, according to your records...

...you haven't taken vacation

in a few years now.

Let's say you take a little break.

Use some of that vaca time.

Yeah. I'll think about it.

Harold.

I'm not really supposed to do this,

but... .

Harold assumed his watch

was simply on the fritz...

... and never even considered that it

might be trying to tell him something.

In fact, Harold had never once

paid attention to his watch...

... other than to find out the time.

And, honestly,

it drove his watch crazy.

And so, on this particular

Wednesday evening...

... as Harold waited for the bus,

his watch suddenly...

... stopped.

Sorry, does anyone have the time?

- Yeah, I got 6:
18.

- Thanks.

Thus Harold's watch thrust him

into the immitigable path of fate.

Little did he know that this simple,

seemingly innocuous act...

... would result in his imminent death.

What? What?

Hey! Hello?

What?

Why?

Why my death?

Hello!

Excuse me!

When?

How imminent?

Okay, where are you?

"Harold would brush his 32 teeth

Why won't you say anything?

I heard you.

"That would result

in his imminent death."

I heard you!

Come on, you stupid voice.

"Harold frantically grabbed his lamp.

Harold, incensed, shook the hell

out of it for no apparent reason!

And smashed it on the ground,

kicking it repeatedly!

Harold took his Kleenex box,

threw it across the room...

...then stormed the closet!"

Come on. Say something.

Something. Say something!

Say something!

"Harold, distraught... ."

God.

"Harold, distraught... ."

"Harold... ."

I'm afraid what you're describing

is schizophrenia.

No. No. It's not schizophrenia.

It's just a voice in my head.

I mean, the voice isn't telling me

to do anything.

It's telling me what I've already done.

Accurately

and with a better vocabulary.

Mr. Crick, you have a voice

speaking to you.

No, not to me, about me.

I'm somehow involved

in some sort of story.

Like I'm a character in my own life.

But the problem is

that the voice comes and goes.

Like there are other parts of the story

not being told to me...

...and I need to find out what those

other parts are before it's too late.

Before the story concludes

with your death.

Yes.

Mr. Crick, I hate to sound

like a broken record...

...but that's schizophrenia.

You don't sound like a broken record,

but it's just not schizophrenia.

What if what I said was true?

Hypothetically speaking,

if I was part of a story, a narrative...

...even if it was only in my mind...

...what would you suggest that I do?

I would suggest

you take prescribed medication.

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