Obviously I couldn't not post anything after the finale. It was pretty wild and I would love to hear your thoughts on my poll! Also, the main reason I finish were I do is because I refuse to utter the three little words that ruined the finale for me.
My main inspiration was Maria Taylor - Time Lapse Lifeline
Disclaimer: not mine, if it were....
She knows that it is impossible to lose time. Physically, scientifically impossible. Time has nowhere to go. Logically, rationally, she knows this.
But she has lost four days. They are gone. Not only does she not know what she has done with them, she doesn't even know they existed. Angela brings this fact to her every morning, along with a soy latte.
The cliché is that you count every second, you hear the clock ticking on the wall above the door. This is not her cliché. Her cliché is that she's been typing for hours, days maybe. Her cliché is that she realises her reality through her fiction. You don't count every second because you are too busy. Too busy examining every part of his body for a twitch. Too busy distracting yourself from your own logical voice.
Logically, rationally, four days is a long time for a coma. It's a long time for no improvement.
But this isn't about logic.
She stares at him over the top of her laptop. He breathes steadily, but what was once the sign of life now means nothing. She looks down, rereading her fictitious truth, her wishful biography. The words sting back at her. She presses the delete button after a quick glance at him. No change.
This is her cliché