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ALL EVENTS ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL ANY RELATION OR SIMILARITIES ARE COINCIDENTAL

" Yes, the light. You've hadda seen it. It was blinding. "

Gene Kelly as Cary LeMonte

Debbie Reynolds as Julie Levigne

Steve McQueen as Newman Levigne

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There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man.

It is a dimension as vast as space, and as timeless as infinity.

It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge.

This is the dimension of imagination.

It is an area of which we call....

The Twilight Zone.

A woman, obviously lost, wanders the open road of the Arizona deserts, just outside of Winslow. Her eyes squint against the sun as she tries to look around, to get a sense of where she was. Or who she was.

Her name is Julie Levigne, age twenty-two.

Lost in the desert of Arizona, not knowing who she was or where she was.

The time is 1957, her destination; unknown.

What we do know is, she got lost in the Twilight Zone.

Julie stopped in her tracks, squinting at the horizon that lay just before her. Turning all angles, she scoped out the scene. All of a sudden, a little shack appeared through the heat waves. At first, Julie thought it was a mirage, but that was most definitely a shack.

Happy, she started running to the shack, glad for a place to escape the heat and maybe get some water. Water. Oh, how she needs it. She feels like she hasn't had water all her life.

Running up to the shack, heels in hand and her bare feet on the scorching sand, she tried opening the door. She couldn't. She tried again, but still to no avail. The door wouldn't budge. She gave up and pressed her face against the glass door, cupping her eyes to block the sun. When she saw nobody, only a counter and some seating, she banged on the door.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Please!" she cried, banging her palms against the glass. "Please! Somebody help me! I-I'm thirsty!"

A man about a few years older than Julie, came to the door, squinting at her. "Whaddya want?"

"Water! And some food maybe, but..." Julie trailed, fidgeting with her white purse. "Please let me in! It's as hot as vulture's feet!"

"We close at eight and open at nine! I plan on staying close 'til then," the man started to walk away, but Julie slammed her palm on the glass once more.

"No! Please don't go! I need some water!" She started to cry, the powder on her face making her cheeks sticky. The man came back and saw that she was crying. He unlocked the door and opened it. Julie looked up, relieved that he finally did. She wiped her tears away and wasted no time to scurry into the diner. She stopped as she took in the place. The man passed her and went to the counter, getting a glass ready for her.

Julie set her purse on the counter as she slid onto one of the high chairs. She looked at the man before her. He couldn't be over twenty-four. He filled a glass with water. He set it infront of Julie and she took the glass and gulped down every last drop.

"Geez, didya husband forget to give ya water?"

"Well, I dunno if I got a husband. Or a boyfriend. Or anyone at that," Julie said, placing the cup down and the man filled it with water again. "Actually, I dunno anything before the light."

"The light?" The man looked at Julie with a brow raised.

"Yes, the light. You've hadda seen it. It was blinding." Julie gulped her water down again and the man filled her glass again.

"No I didn't see no light. And slow down willya? It's like ya got no stomach." The man looked at Julie like she was crazy and Julie slowly put the glass down. She wiped her mouth and continued.

"Well there was a light, I swear to ya there was." Julie continued to drink her water and the man just looked at her.

"I'm Cary, Cary LeMonte. What's a name for your pretty face?" The man, Cary, asked.

"Julie Levigne is the name," Julie said, looking up at Cary.

"Levigne? Like the mannequins?" Cary asked.

"Mannequins? What mannequins?" Julie looked up at him in disgust.

"Levigne Mannequins. They're in all of the department stores." Cary started to bring the chairs of the other table down for opening.

"Well I can assure you that I'm not associated with that company whatsoever," Julie said, grabbing her purse. "How much?"

"Uh, none. It's just water," Cary said as Julie opened her bag. When Julie did though, her brows scrunched together as she reached into her purse. She took out crumpled grayish-brown paper. Her purse was completely empty!

"Aren't ya glad you got no food from me?" Cary asked when he saw her holding the paper.

"Yeah," Julie said, putting the paper down on the counter and in deep thought.

"Whereya from anyway?" Cary asked as he wiped down some dust from the tables. Julie thought hard about that. She only remembered a white light and then walking out of a state called New Mexico.

"New Mexico, that's where," Julie said, proud she remembered. Cary just nodded and stood in front of her.

"Ya look familiar. You a movie star?" Cary asked.

"Ha! I wish. I guess I got one of those faces." Julie watched as Cary cleaned the counter of her spilt water and dust. Looking at him now, Julie didn't think he was so bad. At first, sure he was rude, but now he's just a stressed man who has the pressure of running a business in the middle of nowhere.

"You own this place?" Julie looked around at the small diner. Cary looked around as well, as if admiring his work.

"Yep," Cary smirked. "All 256 square feet."

"Business must be a boomin'," Julie sipped her water, looking at Cary. Cary gave her a genuine smile, a glimmer of interest in his eyes. He set down the glass he was drying and started to round the counter. He sat next to Julie and looked at her.

"Your face," Cary looked at her. Julie raised a brow at that, wondering what he was getting at. "It's so... symmetrical."

"Well," Julie smirked a bit. "You must not see a lot of people come 'round here. I'm sure I'm not the only one with a 'symmetrical face." Julie snorted at the word Cary used. There was no way that her face was perfect. Her face... she doesn't know what she looks like!

"Got a mirror?" Julie asked Cary suddenly. Cary processed her words but nodded and got up to fetch a mirror. He came back with a mirror with a stand that he uses when he shaves. Julie grabbed it and stared at herself intently. Cary watched her look at herself with apprehension. Maybe she was conceded?

Julie's eyes snapped to Cary who was standing awkwardly. "I'm sorry," she laughed a bit. "I musta look so self-absorbed. You see, I don't remember nothin'! Not even what I look like. I just had to see for myself. Again, very sorry."

Julie handed the mirror back and Cary just took it without a word. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"No," Julie admitted. "I don't know who I am! I don't know where I came from, I don't know if I got a family, I know nothin'!"

"Well-" Cary got cut off by a man bursting through the door. The bell above the door dangled like crazy, alerting the couple at the counter further of the new arrival.

"Hi... water," the man breathed.

"Excuse you!" Cary yelled. "We ain't open for anotha hour. I suggest you beat it before I have a cow!"

"A- what?" The man looked at Cary with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, I just don't really know where I am. Or who I am, really."

Cary's eyes snapped to Julie who was looking at the man with wide eyes. Was it possible...?

"Gotta name?" Cary asked.

"Uh," the man looked at the ground, as if it held the answer. "Levigne. That's all I know."

Cary's eyes widened and slowly looked at Julie. Julie's mouth was agape. She stared at the man before her. Was it possible that they were related?

"My last name is Levigne!" Julie stood up as she pointed to herself. "I got no idea where I came from too!"

"This can't be a coincidence," Cary said, throwing a rag over his shoulder. "This has to be connected."

"Well we can't let you loose without a name," Julie said. She tilted her head in thought as she started at the man. He was bound to have come from the same place as she did if he can't remember anything about himself and he has the same last name. She came from New Mexico...

"Newman," Julie smiled at her choice.

"Like Paul Newman?" Cary leaned over the counter, a small smile pulling at his lips at the name choice.

"Who's Paul Newman?" Julie turned to Cary. Cary was taken aback. He seemed to have lost the air in his lungs as he gasped for air.

"You ain't horsin'?" Cary asked. Julie shook her head. "He's a famous actor, of course! I can't believe that in 1957 you still don't know who Paul Newman is, memory or not!"

"Well, I'm sorry!" Julie shot back. "I think it suits him." Julie turned back to Newman who just nodded. He didn't need a new name, he needed water.

"Want some water?" Julie asked, raising her own glass.

"Desperately," Newman flew to the counter and Cary set down a glass that he filled to the brim. Newman downed it in a second, like Julie.

"That definitely ain't a coincidence," Cary looked at Newman.

"Did ya see a light?" Julie leaned towards Newman. He stopped drinking the new glass Cary set for him and looked at Julie.

"That blindin' thing?" Newman asked. "Who didn't?"

"I didn't," Cary spoke up.

"Paul Newman is your thing, now the light is ours," Julie snapped at Cary and turned back to Newman, discussing the light. Cary just shook his head at the girl. He continued cleaning glasses that he didn't get to the night before. He filled the glasses of the two in front of him when need be. His attention faded in and out of the pair's conversation, he didn't really care about the blinding light that they were talking about.

Something moved outside of the diner. Cary's eyes trailed up to look out the diner window. Black cars surrounded the diner, men in black suits walked out and towards the door. It swung open, revealing the men to the three inside.

"The diner... doesn't open for... thirty more minutes," Cary gulped as the men came closer.

"Mrs. Levigne? Mr. Levigne?" One man asked, his sunglasses still on. Julie and Newman looked at the man, their bodies leaned away. "You have to come with me."

"Where are you taking us?" Julie gasped as the man grabbed her arm. She grabbed her paper-stuffed purse and stumbled out of the diner. Another man grabbed Newman.

"Hey, lookie here, pal," Newman growled. "I don't know how you think you are, but you ain't got no business here."

The other man said nothing as he led Newman out too. Cary watched, speechless. Another man in black came up to him. He took off his sunglasses and pocketed them.

"I'm sorry for the confusion. Mr. And Mrs. Levigne are fugitives and are very mentally ill. We are transporting them to a safer location."

With that, the man left. He walked over to his boss who was waiting by one of the sleek, black cars.

"We need to be more careful," the boss said. "Our tests are mixing with inorganic compounds, making this difficult to keep in check."

"I'll alert the board," the man responded, opening the car door and starting the machine.

The cars pulled away and Julie and Newman were taken from Cary's life. He looked at the two glasses that were emptied of water. The glasses seemed to be the only evidence that the two strangers were there, in his diner. Cary ran a hand down his face. He left the counter, going into the back to lay down. He left the glasses on the table, not ready to give up the fact that there was a pretty little lady and a good-looking man in his diner just earlier.

Cary LeMonte. Age twenty-four. He owned an obsolete diner in the middle of nowhere, in the Arizona desert. Right next to New Mexico, where the blinding light went off more than history would like. That light made his imagination run wild that hot day. He didn't know where Julie and Newman Levigne went nor did he know what happened to them. For all he knew, they could have been traveling and had a detour to his little diner in the middle of nowhere, in the Twilight Zone.

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