The Age of Adaline

On December 31st., two thousand fourteen,

a taxi cab traveled through San Francisco,

from Chinatown to Marin.

The car carried a single passenger,

a woman, her birth name, Adaline Bowman,

current alias, Jennifer Larson.

This is the first and last

chapter of her story.

Sorry, ya just gotta be quiet, my dad,

he's still sleeping, he works nights.

C'mon in.

I... uh... finished the color SAP

and the digital printing last night.

I pulled some line art from the internet,

and printed the imperfections.

See, that's kinda my secret,

the dust marks and the discoloration.

No one's gonna question

that detail in a million years.

So, why 29? I mean, if I

were you, shave a coupla

years off, you could

definitely get away with...

You're very kind, Tony.

Nice work.

It's a pleasure doing business with you. If

you any of your friends ever need anything...

- Why are you doing this?

- Come again?

You're a smart kid, forgery's a felony.

Two hundred and fifty thousand dollar fine,

six years in jail.

Sh*t, you're... you're a cop?

No, I'm about as far from law

enforcement as you can get.

I just hate to see wasted potential, Jeff.

Tony. It's Tony.

The autographed baseballs in

your bedroom... made out to Jeff.

Don't get sloppy,

it's the little things that trip you up.

Honey, I'm home.

Reese?

Hi!

There we go.

You're gonna love the new farm house.

Clean air, acres and acres of woods,

a mountain stream.

You'll feel like a puppy again.

Did you know that your great, great,

grandmother was born just a few towns over?

So was mine,

not at the same time, of course.

Oh, I gotta go to work.

- Civic Archives, please.

- It may take a while, Market's jammed.

Okay, then please take

California to Hyde.

There's construction on Hyde.

Why don't you stay on this,

take this to Golf, Golf to Bush, Bush to.

Polk, Polk to Grove, and then just

leave me on the corner of Market.

- You want my job?

- You never know.

- Morning, Jennie.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Hi, Kenneth.

We thought you might not be coming in

today, being New Year's Eve, and all.

Well, it's still a Wednesday,

the fun doesn't start 'til tonight anyway.

Well, are you up for a

little excitement right now?

Sure, what is it?

Your favorite, the newsreel archive,

it's finally being digitized.

We need a little help getting

it ready to be shipped.

I'd love to.

Adaline Marie Bowman was born at twelve-oh-one

a.m., January 1st. Nineteen-oh-eight,

at Children's Hospital, San Francisco,

the only child of Faye and Milton Bowman,

On June 16th, 1929, just as Adaline Bowman and

her mother stopped to admire the expanse,

where three years hence construction would

be finished on the Golden Gate Bridge,

a young engineer displayed

uncommon gallantry.

Eighty-seven days later Adaline

married Clarence James Prescott,

at Old Saint Mary's

Cathedral in San Francisco.

Three years later Adaline

gave birth to a baby girl.

They named her Fleming,

after Adaline's paternal grandmother.

On February 17th, 1937 eight workers and two

engineers lost their lives when a section

of scaffolding fell through a safety net

during construction of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Among the deceased was Adaline's husband.

Ten months after her husband's death

Adaline was driving north to her

parents beach cottage where 5 year

old Fleming was waiting up for her,

when something highly unusual occurred,

something almost magical...

snow fell in Sonoma County, California.

The immersion in the frigid water

caused Adaline's body to go into an

anoxic reflex, instantly stopping her

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