Who? Alex Drake and OPEN. Where? Wandering around the streets. When? Wednesday evening. What? Alex wakes up in L.A 2005 after being shot in 1981. So why is she not bleeding to death?
As she felt the cold barrel of the gun pressed against her forehead, Alex closed her eyes and thought of her daughter. She smiled to herself as though she had a little secret plan. She didn't, but if this universe was nothing but an imaginary construct she had nothing to fear. If a bullet had brought her to 1981 maybe it would be a bullet that would take her back.
Gene's voice rang in her ears but the words were fading fast, swirling into nothingness. "It's okay. I'm coming, Molly. Don't blow out the candles just yet..." she said softly.
"No, you're not going anywhere you stupid slapper." The gunshot echoed around the room as Alex fell to the floor, a thousand obscure images running through her head before her eyes flicked open. They were gone, they were all gone.
She got clumsily to her feet and started to work her way through the crowds. "Help... I've.. I've just been shot..." she gasped, grabbing onto the shirt of the first man who passed her way. "You're fucking crazy, lady!" he pushed her aside as her hands flew up to her head. Nothing, no wound at all... it was just as before. Was she back? Was it 2008? It looked like it was, but this was not a place that she recognised.