"Ms. Phillips, please be reasonable," Dr. Jones said, clearly distressed as
he paced up and down beside her bed.
Lila leaned down and grabbed another shirt to put in her suitcase, ignoring him.
"Ms. Phillips, please!" the doctor implored her. "You aren't ready to leave observation yet! These dreams could be serious! What if you aren't mentally stable? What if I get sued? What if-"
"Stop with the 'what ifs'," Lila said sharply. "I told Mark I would leave on the 3:15 plane and I will."
"Ordinarily I wouldn't object," Dr. Jones argued eloquently, "but it will take off at 3:15 A.M., not P.M., and anything could happen to you at night! And not only that, but the dreams-"
"I will be fine, doctor," Lila said briskly, snapping her suitcase closed. "Thank you for your concern, but I can take care of myself. I have for the past twenty seven years."
She straightened, smoothed her dress, and shook the doctor's hand. "It has been a pleasure, doctor."
And she exited the room, leaving the doctor standing staring after her, his jaw open in disbelief.
~
Lila yawned tiredly and turned a page in the book. 2:59 A.M. Almost 3:00 A.M. now. Lila chuckled to herself. She wouldn't let a few silly dreams get in the way of her blossoming career. Not at all! That's all they were: dreams, no more.
3:01 A.M. Lila closed the book, stuck it in her bag, and went to get her ticket for the plane. She waited in line for a moment, and then received her ticket.
"All right, flight 311, enjoy your trip," the man behind the desk said cheerfully.
Lila froze, feeling her instincts quiver. "What...what did you say?" she whispered, her voice suddenly raspy and hoarse.
The man smiled uncertainly. "Flight 311. Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem." Lila turned and walked slowly to the window. It was only a coincidence, surely. Suddenly she gasped and whirled around to face the clock. It was 3:04 A.M., just like in her dream.
All of the other sounds were blocked out now by the ticking of the clock. Lila smiled nervously but victoriously. "There's no water glass," she comforted herself. "There's no water glass."
But as she turned to head out to the runway, she bumped into a vase, which shattered on the floor. The ticking stopped. "Oh, no!" Lila whispered, sweat covering her brow.
Almost too fearful to go to the plane, but driven on by curiosity, just like in her dream, Lila walked down the runway. The nurse was nowhere to be found.
Lila, now reduced to a shivering and tearful girl, climbed slowly up the steps and handed her ticket to the flight attendant without really looking at her.
But when she did, she gasped. The flight attendant had brown hair and hazel eyes, and was almost prettier than Lila herself. It was the nurse from her dream!
The flight attendant smiled and said coldly, "Room for one more, honey."
Lila screamed and ran down the steps, down the runway, and back to the lobby where she collapsed on a chair before the window, quivering, shaking, and sobbing uncontrollably. She watched the plane take off.
At 3:16 A.M., the plane burst into flames as it took off. No survivors were found.
Lila never discovered why she had had the dreams, but she was forever wary and grateful to the fates that had sent them to her.
She had to receive psychological treatment for her mental instability after her encounter for nearly five months. Lila never regained her popularity afterwards, and was reduced to playing in grade-B movies.
A/N: I had such a fun time writing this! It is my absolute favorite episode of the Twilight Zone, and I'm glad I wrote it. I hope you all enjoy it, and please read and review!
Lila leaned down and grabbed another shirt to put in her suitcase, ignoring him.
"Ms. Phillips, please!" the doctor implored her. "You aren't ready to leave observation yet! These dreams could be serious! What if you aren't mentally stable? What if I get sued? What if-"
"Stop with the 'what ifs'," Lila said sharply. "I told Mark I would leave on the 3:15 plane and I will."
"Ordinarily I wouldn't object," Dr. Jones argued eloquently, "but it will take off at 3:15 A.M., not P.M., and anything could happen to you at night! And not only that, but the dreams-"
"I will be fine, doctor," Lila said briskly, snapping her suitcase closed. "Thank you for your concern, but I can take care of myself. I have for the past twenty seven years."
She straightened, smoothed her dress, and shook the doctor's hand. "It has been a pleasure, doctor."
And she exited the room, leaving the doctor standing staring after her, his jaw open in disbelief.
~
Lila yawned tiredly and turned a page in the book. 2:59 A.M. Almost 3:00 A.M. now. Lila chuckled to herself. She wouldn't let a few silly dreams get in the way of her blossoming career. Not at all! That's all they were: dreams, no more.
3:01 A.M. Lila closed the book, stuck it in her bag, and went to get her ticket for the plane. She waited in line for a moment, and then received her ticket.
"All right, flight 311, enjoy your trip," the man behind the desk said cheerfully.
Lila froze, feeling her instincts quiver. "What...what did you say?" she whispered, her voice suddenly raspy and hoarse.
The man smiled uncertainly. "Flight 311. Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem." Lila turned and walked slowly to the window. It was only a coincidence, surely. Suddenly she gasped and whirled around to face the clock. It was 3:04 A.M., just like in her dream.
All of the other sounds were blocked out now by the ticking of the clock. Lila smiled nervously but victoriously. "There's no water glass," she comforted herself. "There's no water glass."
But as she turned to head out to the runway, she bumped into a vase, which shattered on the floor. The ticking stopped. "Oh, no!" Lila whispered, sweat covering her brow.
Almost too fearful to go to the plane, but driven on by curiosity, just like in her dream, Lila walked down the runway. The nurse was nowhere to be found.
Lila, now reduced to a shivering and tearful girl, climbed slowly up the steps and handed her ticket to the flight attendant without really looking at her.
But when she did, she gasped. The flight attendant had brown hair and hazel eyes, and was almost prettier than Lila herself. It was the nurse from her dream!
The flight attendant smiled and said coldly, "Room for one more, honey."
Lila screamed and ran down the steps, down the runway, and back to the lobby where she collapsed on a chair before the window, quivering, shaking, and sobbing uncontrollably. She watched the plane take off.
At 3:16 A.M., the plane burst into flames as it took off. No survivors were found.
Lila never discovered why she had had the dreams, but she was forever wary and grateful to the fates that had sent them to her.
She had to receive psychological treatment for her mental instability after her encounter for nearly five months. Lila never regained her popularity afterwards, and was reduced to playing in grade-B movies.
A/N: I had such a fun time writing this! It is my absolute favorite episode of the Twilight Zone, and I'm glad I wrote it. I hope you all enjoy it, and please read and review!