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Psychic John Doe Christmas Eve, 1980 Cancer wing of John Hopkins Regional Hospital Brooklyn, NYC Saturday 8:55 Front desk: Evening John John: How's it goin, Rachael? Rachael: Ah, you know, just another Friday Never does much cross my desk John: Well you know, there is that flu thing goin around Rachael: Why you lookin to catch something? John: No, I’m just sayin Maybe that’s what everyones doin Rachael: Yea, just my luck I got no one, and what, I need a flu shot to get a good bite John: I mean, you never know One thing leads to another, and before you know it… Your married Rachael: Not for nothin, but I’ll take my chances without Floor Nurse: Mr. Moon, were ready for you John: Thank you, Alice Alice wheels Anthony down the hall to the observation room, preppin him for surgery In the room, John watching Yankee Game on TV John: So thinkin, what I’m thinkin, about this situation? Alice: Yes I do, Mr. Moon All your charts look up to par This should be a most successful operation John: I mean, how could the Yanks be down by 2 and its only the middle of 5th Someone better get their heads out of their asses before this post season becomes the past season Alice: Ha ha ha Now, Mr. Moon, you know we don’t tolerate that kind of behavior in this hospital John: Sorry, Alice Its just the pre-surgical gitters I didn’t even sleep one wink last nite I was tossin and turnin I couldn’t find anything to do It was a mess. Alice: Well, you know it happens These things aren’t the most pleasant But in the end, it’s a piece of cake (snapping her gum) Enter Doctor Edwards Edwards: Mr. Moon, were ready for ya John: Well, I’m off Write to me, Alice Alice: Au revoir, monsieur Moon Doctor wheels Anthony into the surgery room Hallway Edwards: Did nurse Alice explain the procedure to you John: Yes, she was very informative And did a great job Edwards: Well were very good at what we do here And we haven’t lost a man yet John: Thats all I wanna hear Cause the last thing I need is a trip to the hospital after the hospital Edwards: Your in good hands, I can assure you Enter surgical room The operating room table is set and ready for the surgery to begin Nurse Susan: Please make yourself comfortable, Mr. Moon John: Thank you John lays down on bed, ready for operation to start Susan: Doctor Edwards, we are set, and ready for procedure to begin Doctor Edwards looking down at John Edwards: And just think, when you wake up, this will all be a thing of the past Edwards: Nurse, prepare for anesthetia Nurse Jan: Got it, doctor Edwards: Nurse Susan, check the time on the clock Susan: It’s 9:41 doctor Edwards: Ok, time for hyperdrive Surgery in progress 1 hour and 30 minutes later 10:19 Edwards: Ok, nurse, administer epinephrine Jan: Yes sir doctor Susan: Patients vitals are stable Preparing for post-contact intro Edwards: Ok, in 3 2 1 EKG reads an elevated HR, and BP is below normal Jan: Doctor, Mr. Moon is not responding Edwards: Quick, nurse Susan, apply defibrillator to chest cavity Susan: Right away doctor 1 2 3 CLEAR 11:11 John did not wake Susan: No response doctor Applying 2nd wave 1 2 3 CLEAR Edwards: Nurse Jan, does patient still have a pulse? Jan: Yes HR is still visible Susan: Doctor, maybe he slipped Edwards: That’s impossible No ones been incubated for years since we’ve implemented after procedure adrenaline Jan: Doctor, maybe he didn’t require the Epi-injection Edwards: Its not completely uncommon, but don’t rule out the possibility for a recovery Susan: What should we do doctor? Edwards: Do we still have a coma wing to this hospital? Susan: Yes, as far as I’m aware Edwards: Good Be sure he is properly taken care of, and his family is contacted for further information John is brought to the 7th floor coma wing while his friends and relative are notified as to the condition of his post-operative surgery. And then the fun begins. Five full years pass before any change is made to his situation. His friends and family all gave up hope for him, and his case was considered unmanageable due to unavoided complications., his bedside ID badge reads John Doe. Now, you know as well as I know that the brain can and will die, but the mind will never. Now Anthony is now John, and John is no more emerging as the unknown coma patient, John Doe. Saturday, December 25th, 1985 8:11 Day 1 – John as Doe Eyes open John wakes from his five year sleep TV on, playing the world series (same as the series 5 years ago) John: How the hell am I is right? Talk aboutcha your déjà vu Enters nurse Pam, unaware of John awake Pam: Mr. Moon, how are we feeling today? Perhaps today we can find a suitable station without any fuze She notices him awake Pam: Mr. Moon, your awake John: Awake and alive Pam: How long have you been conscious? John: Oh, long enough to watch the Yankees bring it into the 5th Only, the teams a little sluggish No ones hittin He smiles Pam: Well can I bring you anything? I’m sure 5 years of hibernation can make a person feel very hungry indeed John: Well you know, there is one thing I would like Pam: Am what is that? John: After all, it has been 5 years since I’ve been up and running I need to see if my body is up to par Pam: What can I do for you? She leans in on John, and whispers Pam: I’ve been waiting 5 long years for you to wake up 5 years to the day in fact They kiss, and begin to have s*x on John’s hospital bed 8:55 John gets up, walks over to his things and lights a cigarette Pam: Where are you going now? John: I got a lot of catching up to do You see, I’m the unknown man And I need to re-enter the world Pam smiles and laughs John laces up his boots and puts on his jacket John: Its time for Anthony Moon to move out, and coma patient John Doe to move in Down the corridor, around the bend, through the entrance, and he’s out John steps out onto the sidewalk in front of John Hopkins Hospital, in the middle of downtown Brooklyn, he lights up another cigarette and strolls down Center Ave a free man after 5 years of being laid to rest. His friends and family have all but moved on. His mother and father both passed in the time he spent under the silence, and was an only child, so he does not have much of a life to return in the grand scheme of it all. He takes it in, the city air. Listening and watching life move back n forth, this way and that, reminiscing of days ago. I mean after all, he slipped 5 years ago, and the time is now 1985, a good half a decade since his brush with death. The world kept moving, while he remained silent for his return. Approaching a familiar spot down Center Ave, he couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. He tried to remember when and where he had a memory of this location, but it passed. He looked to the building address, but the numbers were worn and tattered. The building was abandoned, and left to rot. Individual walking down Center Ave John: Excuse me, do you know what this building is? Person: Yea, it’s the old boys home for boys It burnt down about 2, maybe 3 years ago Kind of a freak thing, I don’t think anyone survived John: Thank you The person walks along, John continues the opposite direction Walking along, John tried everything to focus about his current situation. He was happy, and finally out of the hospital, and wanted more than anything to find a nice warm booth at the corner diner and camp out for a while, but couldn’t stop thinking about the abandoned building on Center Ave. He couldn’t think about a single solitary image of where or why he was having these thoughts. He knew that once he started to stop and forget his mind would wander, and the thought would be a lost span he would only wish to get back once it had left him. 9:18 City Diner John enters and finds a seat at the counter Waitress approaches Waitress: So what are we having tonight hot stuff? John smiles John: I’ll take a coke and side of fries with some gravy Waitress: That doesn’t seem a whole too much filling if you ask me How bout a City Diner burger with some onion rings instead? John: I don’t know, a burger in this place? Come on. Waitress: Trust me, we got the best burgers in town If you don’t like it, I’ll pay for it out of my own pocket John: Alright, you twisted my arm I’ll take one City burger And your name is? John takes a swig of his coca cola Waitress responds Waitress: My name is Joyce, Joyce Rollins Joyce: And you are? John: My name is Anthony, Anthony Moon It’s a pleasure to meet you They shook each others hands and Joyce made her way back to the kitchen to check on her orders Now contrary to popular belief, when a person is heavily induced in a coma for a prolonged duration of time, the brain will and consistently be halted, and no longer be a traveling body of knowledge. Cause when the body is left paralyzed, and the brain put to rest, the mind is left to wander, or in John’s case, continuously search for a brand new day. This day was on the agenda for John, and no time could replace, what he had already lost in place of what he had found in the aftermath. Sunday 10:08 The Hotel on 5th Street Room 216 Phone rings Operator: This is the front desk, do you need turndown service this morning? John: Turn down, at this hour? Operator: Yes, it is hotel policy to cater to our guests to the very best of our ability John: I am very comfortable at the moment, but I may need some food Does the hotel have a good kitchen menu? Operator: Yes sir, we have a 24 hour dining service, and room service is available John: That sounds right Order me some eggs, bacon, and a thing of coffee Operator: We will get that right to you Mr. Moon John hangs up and continues to watch TV A few moments pass, and there is a knock at the door John gets up to answer It’s the maid service asking to clean John’s room He refuses and returns on inside As he walks back into his hotel room, he steps over the window to take in the New York air and overlook of downtown. John always loved the city early in the morning, it made him feel a peace with himself to sit and listen to the sound of people trafficking through the streets. 10:35 A g*n goes off somewhere beyond John’s vision as he watches through the hotel balcony window He pauses, and looks out, and notices the landscape change after the shot rang out, one by one The wind had picked up The sun had set slightly And the tempo for what was his morning slumber had become a murder in disguise The strength of administered anesthesia by dosage, for recommended patients was supposed to be one half a persons body weight, and usually when they wake, they are not supposed to have any side effects. Have you ever seen a full grown wolf howl and prowl at the night? Well, John was no wolf, but his canine senses were ripe for the picking and in bloom they were to stay. John turns and looks at the television. The program on reads...paging Mr. Smith He smiles, puts on his jacket and heads out. Walking down from his room in the hallway, he breaks loose in the street where the oncoming traffic is moving and there are crowds of people gathering, talking about the murder Person 1: I was just walking and I heard a gun Person 2: It wasnt more than a minute, I saw the guy that did it Person 3: I cant get over this city, its never easy He sniffs once, twice Glances to his right and into Central Park “He musant have known its Tuesday, and people only get killed on the 1st of every Wednesday He politely excused himself, jumped over a hydrant and made his way to make his mark John chase the unidentified man down thru the center of the park Reaches the bridge and heads into midtown Manhattan He proceeds for three blocks before he makers out his face The man stops and pauses at the intersection of a dead end, and the local corner store, drops his wallet and runs the opposite direction into a subway terminal John picks up the UIDs wallet “Ahh, Mr. James, well todays your lucky day because Mr. Moon is about to make you become incognito A lady passes him by as he looks over across the street to the subway where the man entered She speaks, and says: “Just got him huh?” “Ha yea, I gotta hit the gym, mustave been something ate too perhaps.” “I'm Terri by the way.” “John” “You goin my way?” “I am now.” Monday 8:10 Mmmmm, wasnt that a good dream You know they say geniuses choose the Hotel Cardoza on a Monday “Would you like a turn down service Mrs. Terri?” “I would, and make sure you use starch this time.” Phone rings at 9:15 John answers “Good morning Mr. Moon, this your 9:15 wake up call, would you like to call up anything from the kitchen for breakfast?” “Not right now, I'm having breakfast in bed” “Very good, well if theres anything I can do for you, dont hesitate to ask.” “Indeed, Good day.” “A wake up call at this hour.” “Yea im in training for the winter Olympics, Im competing for the javelin event after speanding two weeks in retreat in the heat of summer in downtown New York” “The javelin in the middle of winter, is that a new event? Or are you just as stupid as the summer games happening in the winter.” “Its a little bit of both, the summer and winter and both in the same season, and this winter is the inauguation for both games are to be decided by this mornings events.” “Sounds gruesome, can you get me tickets?” “unfortunately they're sold out until the next Olympics, but you can pre-order your tickets in advance right here.” Terri points to her lips, and John kisses 12:06 Later that evening John and Terri both part and make their ways back to the other ends of town Terri heads to her apartment, and John heads downtown “I'm gonna grab a cab. You want a lift?” “I'm gonna take the subway, but heres my number, call me later and we'll train some more” “Well my javelins a little rusty now, you wanna race me around the block, and see who loses first?” She leans in a whispers to him, “keep your ace in its cave, I got a str8t flush for your event tonight.” They both head out. Driver, take me to NYU You a professor? Yea, I'm teaching remedial English to migrant workers “Haha, tu che'” NYU it is my man Heading uptown lockjaw from water sipped from wine frozen in a grave Spell bound suicide Demolitions of the Century its what can cause the perfect crime and no one reads the films just the numbers in disguise im a terror terriorty lost in fanatsy where no magic is known to demolitions of the centruy Anthony Moon 11 = John Doe 7 (18) Coma patient Anthony Moon emerges from his sleep to become Psychic John Doe. 9:41 Enters surgery/11:11 Coma/8:11 Awakes Experts never knew what happened to a person once the soul leaves earth. Many believe it is reunited with the body in the afterlife, and some swear to have reoccurring visions of past lives while their present life still lingers in the aftermath. Well, Anthony never thought or gave a whole much about dying, because life was all but too short to be real for him to worry about death, and his entire 27 year span of what was his life was nothing but his friend. Because hurt was his life, and death gave him an end. Super powers Telepathic Capabilities (TPC) Extrasensory Perception (ESP) Butterfly Effective Mentality (BEM) Intuition Transmittance (IT) Metaphysical Perspective (MP) Psychological Superhuman Strength (PSS) John Doe Hold back, hang on, the image of a man was my only fortunate relief for years of stress leavin me in tears to manage this disease. Ageless anger, mindless motion and potent purposeful pleasure to overcome my unknown identity. A man A person Terror unknown 2 Incognito Disguised from the norm A purpose to camouflage the present from a past of future threats Disarm the senses Bewilder the obvious Beseech ordinary limits of design Numerical Illumination for a nation at best