Anna (suddenly stops on an empty metro platform at 3:17 a.m.):
You have my eyes.
Elias (doesn’t look away, even though he was just emerging from the pedestrian tunnel):
And you have my scars. Only… mirrored.
Anna (rolls up her sleeve, revealing a thin, silvery line on her forearm):
This one appeared on me exactly one year ago. At this very hour.
They told me it was a car accident I don’t remember.
Elias (bares an identical scar, but on the opposite arm):
Because I’m the one who remembers it for both of us.
Why are we meeting for the second time…
Anna (whispering, stepping closer):
Because tonight the train came from the opposite direction.
Do you… still have that ticket you never validated?
Elias (pulls a faded ticket from his pocket):
Yes.
Artistic photo
♪ (piano played)
The platform lights flicker once.
No announcement.
No other passengers.
Only the echo of a train .
Woman with white shirt
...
So.
We were never supposed to meet again.
Yet here we are.
Same scar.
Same hour.
Time Deception.