Ten Minutes Ago

06. Confessions and Truths

INT. DINER

One cup of coffee was poured.

Five and Vanya sat at a counter.

"Leave the pot, dear," Five said.

The waitress set the pot down and Five muttered, "Lippy little shit." The waitress walked away.

"You gonna tell me what the hell's going on?" Vanya asked.

Five looked at her. "When you were a baby, you were bought by an eccentric billionaire. He raised you in an elite academy with seven other siblings with extraordinary powers, but in the year 2019, in order to avoid the apocalypse, we jumped into a vortex and ended up being scattered throughout the timeline in Dallas, Texas. Any questions?"

"What do you mean, "the apocalypse?""

"I mean the end of the world as we know it."

"Yeah, but how?"

Five looked at her. "You really don't remember anything?"

Vanya shook her head. "Mm-mm. Nothing before a month ago."

"What do you remember?"

"I landed in, like, a... back alley. Got hit by a car. My head was ringing like crazy. I had no idea how I got there, where I came from. What causes the apocalypse?"

Five looked away a moment, then turned back. "Asteroid impact. The big kaboom ends everything." He picked up his cup of coffee. "Just like the one that got the dinosaurs, except way worse. Bad news is, it followed us here." He set his cup down.

"What do you mean, "followed us"?"

"Eight days from now, the world ends in a nuclear doomsday. It's a different disease, but... same result."

"That can't be right."

"I saw it. With my own eyes." He let out a sigh. "You were there. We all were."

"Shit. I need to make a phone call." She abruptly stood.

"Vanya."

Vanya rushed to a phone and dialed a number.

INT. FARMHOUSE

Harlan listened to a record while playing with a bad and the record began skipping.

He fiddled with the needle and the classical music began playing faster. Harlan began hitting his head.

"Oh, God," Sissy said. "Let Mama help you, honey." Harlan began hitting the record player again as she reached him. "Hey, let Mama help you. It's okay."

Sissy picked up the needle and moved it. "Here we go. Okay." She set it down and it screeched the record. "Oh, honey."

"Mmm!" Harlan hummed angrily.

"Honey, just take a deep breath. Deep breath, honey. Just breathe." Harlan hit the record player again. "Just breathe."

"Mmm!"

"It's okay, babe-"

"Mmm!" He stood, picked up an album and threw it across the room.

"Harlan, stop it!"

He began throwing more albums. "Mmm!"

Sissy grabbed him tightly. "Harlan! Harlan, stop it, honey."

He bit her and she let out a scream.

She panted and sat, Harlan still in her arms. "Baby, come on. Relax. I gotcha."

The phone rang while Harlan fought Sissy who said, "I gotcha. You're okay. You're okay. You're okay." She rocked her son. "Oh, shit!"