"What's the matter?" "Nothing." "Nothing." "It's such a gray day, isn't it?" " You've been sitting there like that all morning." " Have I?" "Gosh, I have." "I'm late." "So what's in there, anyway?" " Excuse me?" " Your box." "Your secret box." "Honestly, we've been roommates for almost two years now." "Don't you think it's about time you let me in?" "Oh, you'll find out..." "soon enough." "Have a nice day." "I woke up this morning with the strangest feeling." "You know, it's funny." "So did I." " Then I realized what it is." " What?" "Three semesters." "Three semesters?" "I only have three semesters left until I graduate." "It struck me how it's all going by so fast... how before we know it, college is gonna be over." " Then what?" " That's a good question." "It's a scary question." "What was yours..." "your strange feeling?" "Oh, I don't know." "It was probably nothing." "Well, I've got three chapters to read." "Yeah." "If you hear me moaning back there, free cookies might help." "* We'll spend our days *" "* A new kind of way *" "* Take me down *" "* Oh." "Take me down *" "* There is a place *" "* I know that we can go *" "* Where time can stand *" "* And stand evermore... *" "Love sick?" "Excuse me?" "I don't mean to intrude... only I saw you staring at that boy at the table." "Oh." "Well, you're very perceptive." "Is he a boyfriend?" "Sort of." "Ex." "Boyfriend." "Ex." "Boyfriends, actually." "I see." "That is difficult." "It's just complicated." "Love always is." "May I help you?" "I think I might be able to help you." "What's this?" "Help for the lovelorn." ""The clinic"?" "If you're romantically frustrated, lonely, dejected... you owe it to yourself to call." "What is it, like hypnosis or something?" "It's a treatment." "All my life, I'd been unhappy in love... and it never got better." "Finally, thankfully, I called." "For the incurable romantic, the clinic is the cure." "I'd like a bagel, please, plain." "Of course." "I carried the card around for three months... before I finally decided to phone them." "Don't wait as long as I did." "Sorry." "Witness Felicity Porter... in many ways, your typical 19-year-old college sophomore... studious, dedicated, kind." "Felicity Porter... who serves coffee and pastries to nameless patrons." "Patrons who, until today... haven't had the particular talent... of glancing at her face and reading her mind." "Felicity Porter." "Making a phone call... that will change her life forever." " Felicity Porter?" " Yes." "I'm Janice." "Janice King." "You can come back now." "Thank you." "Have you ever had any surgery before?" "Surgery?" "It's a standard question." " Oh." "My tonsils when I was 8." " All right." "And how long have you been experiencing heartache?" "It's for the file." "Confidential." "I see." "Um, I guess it all started... when I came to New York 15 months ago." "I've only really been involved with two people ever." "Three if you count David." "Four total." "I put too much importance on things... romance and sex." "And I guess with the holidays and weather and everything..." "I don't know... for some horrible, annoying reason love matters to me." "Ben matters to me, Noel matters to me, and I'm sick of it already." "I'm sick of caring so much." "Of feeling torn... and wanting that connection, that soul mate." "I just want this feeling to go away!" "Sign here, please." "What is it exactly?" "Is it some kind of psychotherapy?" "The sooner you sign, the sooner you get to see the doctor." "All right." "Very good." "The doctor will be in in a moment." "Thank you." "Felicity Porter?" "Oh, I didn't hear the door." "Heartache, 15 months." "Hmm." "Have a seat." "Look here." "I think there might be a misunderstanding." "I only came here for a consultation." "I understand." "Then if you don't mind my asking... why am I getting a physical exam?" "Well, not everyone qualifies for the treatment." "The treatment?" "Breathe normally." "W. What is the treat..." "Is there a problem?" "Oh, thank you." "No, thank you." "Go ahead." "I hate to waste a cup." "Thank you, Nurse." "Certainly." "I'm going to draw some blood." "Then we'll run a test that will tell us... whether or not you're a candidate." "What sort of therapy is it exactly?" "Treatments exists for broken bones and torn muscles... kidney, liver, even heart disease... and procedures to fix the physical." "Why not a therapy for the brokenhearted?" "What is it you do here?" "What is it that you do to people?" "I'll tell you everything, but first I need to draw some blood." " No!" "Stop!" " What?" " I'm sorry." "I'm leaving." " What are you doing?" "I" " I" " I've changed my mind." "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "Felicity, there's no need to be afraid." "I never said I was afraid." "Hi." "You've reached Meghan and Felicity." "We're not in." "Please leave a message." "I'm calling for Felicity Porter." "This is the clinic." "We'd love to schedule a second visit." "Please call us at your earliest convenience." "Listen, this is Felicity Porter, and I was in today... and I appreciate your calling and everything... but I made it pretty clear there will be no second visit." "I'm just not interested." "I see." "OK, I'm sorry if I was..." "A glass heart?" "I just called the clinic yesterday... so when did they send it?" "And how did they even know my address?" "And you went because you heard they could cure a broken heart?" "Yeah... but don't tell anyone, all right?" "It makes me sound desperate." "You understand that's because you're desperate?" "But the doctor tried to draw my blood without asking." "Maybe it's an office of vampires." "That's what it felt like." "I'm telling you, weird things happen there." "Sounds like this one time I was sort of desperate and I was walking by this church and they were offering this free happiness test." "So I went in... and they start telling me how they were gonna help... help make me a better person... and how I needed them... so I actually took the test." "How lame was that?" "And then they wanted me to buy this book..." " Elena." " It's not too long of a story." "Let me finish." "There's a man over there." "He's looking at me." "Is he cute?" "No." "He look... he looks dead." "Then just say no, thank you." "He wants to talk to me." "So, when you went to the clinic... what exactly did you take?" "Nothing." "Except the water." "You." "What do you want?" "I have to be quick." "They'll see me." "Don't let it happen to you." "Find a way out." " What are you..." " I don't know how." "It's too late for me, but you still have a chance." "Stay away from snow." "Snow?" "Don't you see?" "You've got to get out." "You can't let them do it to you." "Who?" "Do what?" "What are you talking about?" "The clinic." "The procedure." "I left the clinic." "I said no." "I'm not doing it." "Yes, you are." "Felicity, don't you understand?" "They're doing it to you right now." " Stay away from snow?" " How disturbing is that?" "So what did he say happens to you when it snows?" "He didn't say." "He disappeared." "OK, I hate to be the voice of reason... but how does a guy disappear?" "I don't know." "He was in the stacks, and then he wasn't." "What are you doing?" "Checking the weather forecast." "If you're gonna disappear or something... the next time it snows, I wanna be prepared." "What do you think he meant..." ""They're doing it to you right now"?" "Hello." "Hi." "So, how did it go?" "I left." "I went, but I left." "Yes, that's what I heard." "That's what you heard?" "Then why did you ask me how it went?" "You really should go back." "They wanted me to tell you that." "Can I get you anything?" "A bagel, plain?" "No, thank you." "I just came to see you." "OK, she's weird." "The clinic." "Yes, hello." "Is there someone I can talk to... who's in charge of the office, please?" "Felicity?" "Yes." "Is there..." "is there someone I can talk to?" "I feel like you're harassing me now, I really do... and I'll report you if you keep it up." "I'll take care of it." "Thank you." "And I didn't appreciate you hanging up on me..." "Felicity." "Felicity." "Felicity." "Open 67." "Open 67!" "God!" "Are you ever gonna stop making those stupid tapes?" "!" "Felicity?" "You look terrible." "Do you wanna tell me what's going on?" "Yes." "But... you'll think I'm losing my mind." "No." "I won't." "Julie..." "Yes, you will." "I think the best thing to do is just to not talk about it, OK?" "The clinic called me." "They told me what happened." "They what?" "They want you to go back." "They called you?" "Julie, I only went to that place for a consultation." "They haven't left me alone." "Now they're harassing my friends?" " Felicity..." " Since I went to the clinic, things have been happening." "Last night, my tape recorder spoke to me." "It said, "Open 67." What do you think about that?" "Maybe it's stress." "Stress." "Emotional turmoil can have a bigger effect than you think." "I'm so sorry they bothered you." "I'm going to call the police, put an end to this... before I start my new job tonight." "I went there myself..." "over the summer." "What?" "How do you think I got over Ben?" "How do you think I could finally forgive you?" "I had the procedure." "You?" "I know it seems like a weird place." "A little cult-like... but it's like anything that works well... you get fanatics." "You went to the clinic?" "It's the best thing I've ever done." "So tell me..." "what'd they do to you?" " What is the treatment?" " I can't tell you that." " Why not?" " They have you sign a non-disclosure agreement." "Julie, this is me asking." "Please, for my own sanity, what do they do to people?" "Only they can explain, and it's really best that they do." "And... any leftover burners or test tubes, just put them in a tray for cleaning." " OK." " Oh, and don't forget to wear your rubber gloves." "You never know what's in those tubes." "One quick mop up every night." "Don't worry about getting out all the stains." "You'll never get out all the stains." "Sounds easy enough." "One more thing." "Give these a wipe down before you leave." "You ever seen a dead body?" "Uh." "Uh." "Oh, don't, please." "Lately, things have been spooky enough as it is." "All right." " Good luck." " Thanks." "How much you gonna get paid working here?" "Not enough." "You're telling me." "Girl like you... alone in a place like this... dead bodies all around..." "I wouldn't want that job." "Well, gee, thanks." "I meant what I said before." "Good luck." "Felicity." "You want to see what the clinic does to people?" "Unzip me." "Unzip me!" "Come look what they did." "Come look!" "This is how they cure a broken heart." "They rip your heart right out of your chest." "It's what they're going to do to you." "Felicity?" "What did you put in that water?" "Excuse me?" "The water." "Forget it." "Where's the doctor?" "I need to see the doctor!" "I'm here." "Felicity, what is it?" "What did you do to me?" "I, uh, don't understand." "Since the last time I was in here I've been hearing things, seeing things... having conversations with people I'm not sure even exist." " That's why we wanted you..." " I'm not talking to you!" "Felicity, please relax." "Just take a deep breath." "Don't you tell me to relax." "Just tell me what was in the water." "The water?" "The water." "The water she brought in." "The water you dared me to drink." "Why was it really so important to you that I drink that water?" "Felicity, you need help." "No, you need help because I'm gonna report you to the police and the AMA and the FDA." "There was nothing in the water, Felicity." "You saw me drink it, too." "You drank from another cup." "That must be how you do it." "She brings in two cups... and the one you drink is the water and the one she hands the pa..." "Listen to yourself." "You sound insane." "You want to hear insane?" "Last night, I hung out and had a conversation with a dead guy." "You know what he told me?" "That you take out people's hearts!" "Mmm." "And replace it with what?" "I don't know." "Uh, maybe a... maybe a machine, a computer," " anything that isn't feeling, isn't human." " You are imagining things." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, I'm not imagining this." "The postmark says you sent it the day before I called you." "How did you know to send it?" "How did you even know my address?" "Let me ask you a simple question." "How do you know you're not imagining the glass heart, too?" " What?" " Your story is impossible." "How do you know where truth ends and fantasy begins?" "I know this is real because I can feel it... just like I can feel the pain in my left arm." "Felicity, whatever's the matter with your arm... is a physical condition that you need to get checked out." "Now let me see it." "Get away from me!" "Stay away from my arm, stay away from my heart." "The best thing you could possibly do is cooperate." "She's right, Felicity." "The more you fight, the worse it'll get." "Get away from me!" "I promise you, I swear, this is for the best." "It's OK." "It's gonna be all right." "What if I'm losing my mind?" "What if there never was a man in the library... telling me to fight, to beware of snow?" "I mean, maybe Julie was right... about the stress." " Oh, God." " What?" "Maybe I never even talked to Julie about this at all." "Noel, am I going crazy?" "Is that what's happening to me?" "No." "There's an explanation for everything." "You know that." "I so wanted to feel better... to lose this emptiness in my heart... that I was willing to do anything." "I was so stupid." "Felicity, everyone's different." "For some people, alcohol's their weakness." "For others, it's gambling or drugs." "For you, it's love." "For you, love is that... that elusive quantity that can make you feel whole or... or unhinge you entirely." "But they were so real... the man in the library and the voice on the tape recorder... the corpse in the biology lab." "They were so real." "Then they were real." "I believe you, Felicity." "For better or worse, that's... that's my burden... always believing in you." "Thank you." "The real question is what to do next." "I don't want to take a chance." "I want to report the clinic to the police." "If I'm going mad, if this really is a delusion, so be it." "I'd rather be wrong and thrown in jail... than let an innocent man or woman... succumb to whatever it is they do in that place." " Fine." "We'll go together." " Really?" "If that's what you want." "We'll report the clinic to the police." "Noel, thank you." "Thank you." "I've got to go change." "What else did the man from the library say to you about the clinic?" "Nothing." "He was just very afraid." "He didn't give you his name, did he?" "Did you recognize him?" "I mean..." "Had you seen him before?" "Uh, no." "Because I really want to know who that guy was." "I guess it's been a while... since you've seen me without my shirt on." "Noel." "The truth is, Julie told me about the clinic only a few weeks ago." "No." "No." "Think about it, Felicity." "It's the only way we're all gonna survive." "All this emotional turmoil who's in love with who, who's sleeping with who..." "I mean, is it really worth it?" "What the hell are we all looking for, anyway?" " Love." " Love?" "Unbelievably overrated." "Let me ask you a question." "The clinic guarantees that you will never have an aching heart again." "Isn't that what you said you wanted?" "Yes, but not anymore!" "If not feeling heartache means not feeling anything, forget it." "You can do it, Julie can do it you all can do it, but not me." "I'll take all of love's pain if it means I might get" " to feel some of love's happiness." " That is so old, Felicity." "It's who I am." "It's... it's who I want to be." "You don't understand what's happening to you, do you?" " You don't feel it." " Feel what?" "Just take a deep breath." "Why does everyone keep telling me to take a deep breath?" "'Cause that's how anesthesia works." "Anesthesia?" "Just take a nice..." "Deep breath." "Where am I?" "What... what's happening?" "You're OK." "What are you doing?" "Ow!" "Ow!" "What are you gonna do to me?" "Why, nothing." "What do you mean, nothing?" "Then why am I here?" "You were having quite a dream during the procedure." "You even spoke a few times." "We... uh, we had to increase your dosage." "What procedure?" "I never said you could do anything to me." "Well, you signed it hastily, but you did sign it." "Oh, my God." "I think you'll be most pleased." "In my dream, I dreamed that you removed hearts... which is crazy, isn't it?" "Doctor, doctor..." "Dr. Snow..." "Dr. Malcolm Snow." "Congratulations, Felicity." "Your days of heartache are over." "Sedate her again." "It's no good." "Get away from me." "I..." "I felt the same thing when I woke up here... disoriented, confused." "I'm Noel, remember?" "I'm not kidding." "I'll kick your ass." "I took a self-defense course over the summer." "How could you do this to me?" "How could you not tell me the truth about the clinic?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Let me see your chest." " Why?" " Just do it!" "Oh, my God." "I don't know what you're so happy about." "Nothing." "It was just... oh, it was just a dream, obviously." "Oh, I had the most horrible dream." "It was like a nightmare." "Well, guess what." "The nightmare isn't over... unless you can tell me where we are." "What do you mean?" "This room, this place." "How did you get here?" "What route did you take?" "What building did you turn into?" "What elevator did you ride up in?" "What hallway did you walk down?" "Um... well, I..." "I..." "I just woke up there on the floor." "Then I'm sure you can't tell me what door you entered... 'cause this room has no doors at all." "That's impossible." "Look." "He's right." "We've examined every inch of this place." "There's nothing." "And we've been here for months." "Hi." "Months?" "No, that's impossible." "Wait." "It was just Christmas break... and we were just getting back to New York, right?" "We don't know." " Who else is in here?" " This is it." "Just us." "It was the four of us." "Now the five of us." "Well, we're all here, so there must be some explanation, something rational." "Look, we all know how it is." "You're trying to be normal, use normal logic." "Here's the truth of the matter." "Normal logic doesn't work in here." "How?" "That's your next question, right?" "Who feeds us if we've been here that long?" "Where does the food come from?" "Are you ready for this?" "It doesn't." "This must be a dream, too." "Then we're all having the same dream." "No, there's gotta be a door here somewhere." "Look all you want." "You won't find anything." "Elena's right." "You're wasting your time." "You'll rack your brain." "You'll try and solve this thing like it's a puzzle or a midterm." "Then you'll give up out of frustration and exhaustion." "Unless she's the one that can figure it out." "Julie, I am so sick of your optimism." "Hey." "Don't jump on her because she's got hope." "There's no answer to this." "We're stuck here." "All of us." "Maybe... maybe there was an accident." "Maybe we're all dead." "Maybe this is hell." "Hell?" "Stuck in a room with two cute guys like this?" "We've gone through all the obvious scenarios... maybe we're dead." "Maybe we've been abducted by aliens and this is... this is a waiting room for some intergalactic slaughterhouse." "Maybe we were all at a party, and the punch was spiked." "Or maybe we're zoo animals for some superior race or pets for their kids." "What about the most intriguing one of all?" "What if we were never really people to begin with?" "That's crazy." "Of course we're people." "What do we really know about each other?" "We know our names." "We know that we all go to the same college." "We know the few stories that we've decided to share with each other, but what else?" "Supposedly I grew up with my adoptive parents except I can't remember what they look like." "I've gone to college for three years and have basically no friends?" "None of us can remember anything before college... and even then, only bits and pieces." "No food, no water, no sunlight, no doors." "No real memory of anything that's happened before." "It's only a matter of time until you start asking yourself the same question:" "Who are we?" "Maybe all of that... all that we thought was normal before... maybe that was the dream." "Maybe this is what's real..." "this place." "Maybe this is all that's real." "I wish I at least had my guitar." "Thank God, you don't have your guitar." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing." "How am I ever gonna become a doctor in this place?" "Or me, a graphic designer?" "And me." "What are you gonna do with your life, Ben?" "Nothing." "Not a damn thing." "Look around." "This is what I'm doing." "We cannot stay in this place forever, in this nowhere place." "What s out there?" "Whatever it is, it's gotta be better than what's in here." "Nice one." "At least I'm man enough to try." "At least I'm smart enough not to run into walls." "Ben, are you OK?" "How can any of us ever be OK trapped in here like this?" "I want out!" "We all want out." "What if we climbed out?" "What if we all got on each other's shoulders and climbed out?" "Whoever got out could go get help come back for the rest of us." "I'm too scared." "Who knows what we might find?" "Then I'll do it." "Give me your hand." "Oh, God." "OK." "Ugh." "Give me your hand." "How close are you?" "I'm almost there." "Can you reach it?" "Almost." "You guys have to stretch." "Stretch." "Everyone stretch." "Are you OK?" " What do you see?" " What is it?" "Felicity, what's out there?" "Where are we?" "Felicity!" "Now how did that happen?" "Get back in there... with your little friends." "Felicity Porter." "Stuck inside a box... but not just a box which happens to be... the sole magical possession of her roommate... but another kind of box... a strange gray area where what you want, what you need" "and what you'll be are forever in question." "Felicity Porter in a place called college."