You're traveling
through another dimension
a dimension not only
of sight and sound, but of mind
a journey into a wondrous land
whose boundaries
are that of imagination.
That's the signpost up ahead.
Your next stop,the twilight zone.
excuse me.
hm?
uh, the bus to Cortland.
what about her?
well, it was due
a half an hour ago.
yup, half hour ago.
when will it be in?
hard to say.
been raining hard.
road's slick.
maybe a bridge or two out.
that'll play hard
with the schedule.
well, when do you
think it will be in?
she'll be in
when she'll be in.
that's all.
I told you that
the last time you asked.
the last time I asked?
the last time I asked
was right now.
look, all I want from you
is a civil answer.
you're getting a civil answer.
the trouble is every ten minutes
you're up here requiring one.
situations just don't
change that rapidly
and you want to know
about the Cortland bus.
it was late when you asked
a half hour ago
late when you come back
15 minutes later
and it's late now.
and all the asking
in the world
ain't going to push it none.
but this is the first time
I've been up here--
the very first time.
either you need your eyes,
now what's the matter?
nothing.
nothing's the matter.
Millicent Barnes, age 25,
young woman waiting for a bus
on a rainy November night.
not a very imaginative type
is miss Barnes.
not given to undue anxiety of
fears or for that matter
even the most
temporal flights of fancy.
like most young career women,
she has a generic
classification
as a "girl with a head
on her shoulders."
all of which is mentioned now
because in just a moment
the head on
miss Barnes's shoulders
will be put to a test.
circumstances will assault
her sense of reality
and a chain of nightmares
will put her sanity
on a block.
Millicent Barnes,
who in one minute will wonder
if she's going mad.
well, shall we run through it
again, miss?
oh, no thank you.
I was just noticing
it isn't very much but,
but that bag--
what about it?
well, it's just like mine.
it's identical,
even to the broken handle.
what is this,
some kind of a game?
what?
that is your bag--
you checked it.
oh, no, that isn't my bag.
it looks just
like my bag, but my--
well, how--?
will you go over there
and sit down?
you're either walking
in your sleep
or hung over or something.
go back over there
and sit down
and breathe
through your nose
and let me read my magazine.
when the Cortland bus comes
there'll be a loud sound
of an engine, a door opening,
people will come in here.
then you'll know
the bus is here.
but I didn't check my bag.
and anyway, when I
saw that, my bag--
Are you all right, miss?
yes, of course
I'm all right.
I'm perfectly all right.
why? don't I look all right?
you look fine.
you look just fine.
It's just that when you were
in here before--
before?
what do you mean before?
I've never been
in here before.
honey, you were just in here
a few minutes ago.
me?
I've never been
in here before.
what's the matter
with this place anyway?
somebody keeps taking my bag
somebody says I keep
asking about the bus
and you tell me I've
been in here before.
just take it easy. everything's
going to be all right.
of course everything's going
to be all right!
nothing wrong to begin with.
the only thing wrong
with you people
is you need some sleep
or something.
let me get you a
cold cloth, honey.
I don't think you're well.
no, I don't need that.
no, I'll be all right.
I must be overtired
but I'll be all right.
excuse me.
yes?
I wonder if you saw someone
sitting in my seat a minute ago.
I don't thinks so, miss.
I wasn't looking very close.
what's the trouble?
no, no trouble.
I just thought I saw somebody
I knew.
in here?
thank you.
I'm sorry to have
disturbed you.
what's the matter with me?
what on earth is
the matter with me?
what's happening?
delusions,
that's what they are.
they're delusions.
I must be sick.
I must be running a fever.
I'm not even warm.
I don't have any fever.
no fever at all.
excuse me, miss.
yes.
oh.
yes, what is it?
your bag, I think
you dropped it.
oh, thank you.
the bus is late, isn't it?
it seems so.
over a half an hour late.
you do mean the bus to cortland,
don't you?
that's the one.
I was supposed to be in syracuse
tonight by 10:00.
the planes were all grounded
so I took a cab
from binghamton.
it skidded into a tree
a few miles outside of here.
I had to walk into
town to get here.
forgive me, miss,
you're not ill, are you?
oh, I don't know
what's wrong with me.
i-- I really don't.
well, is there
something I can do?
well, I don't know.
It's just that all sorts
of queer things
have been happening to me.
I've been seeing things.
seeing things?
what sort of things?
I'm not sure
I should tell you.
you'd probably want to move
to another part of the room
or call the police or
an ambulance or something.
well, why don't you tell me.
maybe I can help.
incidentally, my name is
Grinstead, Paul Grinstead.
I'm from Binghamton.
how do you do?
I'm Millicent Barnes.
at least I was
Millicent Barnes.
I'm a private secretary.
I quit my job here
on Thursday
and I've got another
job in Buffalo.
that's where I'm going tonight,
to Buffalo.
everybody keeps telling me
that I've been here before.
that man who takes the tickets--
he says I keep asking
about the bus.
and the woman in
the powder room
says I've been in there
before, and I haven't.
and my bag here,
my bag!
there it is.
oh.
oh, thank god.
for a minute I thought
everything was starting
all over again.
that man said i
checked it and I hadn't.
but there was a bag,
almost identical to mine
in the baggage room.
and then when I came
out of the powder room
it wasn't there.
go on.
well, it sounds very strange but,
when I came out
of the powder room
I looked in the mirror
and I could see the whole
waiting room in the mirror
and I--
well, what did you see,
miss Barnes?
I saw myself sitting
right here on this bench.
it's delusions.
yes.
yes, that's what
it must be.
delusions, some sort
of delusions.
but I'm not sick.
I don't have a temperature.
I'm not running a fever.
but it's not just seeing things
that don't exist.
why did that man and that woman say
that they had seen me before?
I don't know.
this one's tough to figure out.
well, what's happening to me?
what-- what's wrong?
I'm not some sort of kook,
I've never had any
trouble like this before,
I mean, trouble with my mind.
of course you haven't.
there's an explanation
someplace.
there's a reason.
maybe--
maybe what?
maybe there's someone here
who resembles you.
that could be it.
or maybe someone is playing
some kind of a joke
or something.
oh, is that possible?
oh, that's too fantastic
and that doesn't explain
about the bag.
and anyway, if there is
such a person, where is she?
where is this person?
bus to Cortland.
Syracuse, Buffalo,
now arriving.
let me take that for you.
looks heavy.
oh, thank you.
you're very kind.
Forget it.
you're easy to be kind to.
no, I mean, more
than just kind.
we better get on the bus.
I'll take your bag.
-all right.
miss Barnes!
Millicent.
what's the matter?
wait a minute.
on our way.
you and the lady
coming or aren't?
no, we'll wait
for the next one.
next one ain't due
till 7:00 in the morning.
you've got a long wait.
that's all right.
okay.
I'm shutting off
some of these lights.
"when not in use,
turn off the juice."
that's what I always say.
I best be getting home.
oh, I sure hope
she feels better.
thank you.
you've been very nice.
oh, it's all right
but off hand, mister
I'd say she needed
some looking after.
you know what I mean.
you feeling better?
the bus.
it had to leave.
there'll be another
before too long.
you didn't get on.
That's all right.
I'm this late already.
a few more hours won't make
any difference.
I've been thinking
about something.
it's very odd, but,
I've been remembering.
remembering what?
about something I read or
heard about a long time ago.
about different
planes of existence.
about two parallel worlds
that exist side by side
and each of us has a counterpart
in this world
and, and sometimes
through some freak
through something
unexplainable
this counterpart--
after the two
worlds converge--
comes into our world
and in order to survive
it has to take over.
take over?
replace us.
move us out
so that it can live.
that's a little
metaphysical for me.
I remember
reading it somewhere.
each of us has a twin
in this other world,
an identical twin.
maybe that woman I saw--
Millicent, there's
another explanation.
there has to be.
one that comes
with more reason.
I can't explain it
but I know
that's what's happened.
this other woman,
my counterpart--
forget about it, please.
don't think about it.
I just thought of something.
I've got a good friend
who lives in Tully.
I'll call him.
maybe he'll bring his
car down here for us.
he might even
drive us into Syracuse.
I'll call him.
all right, Millicent?
shall I call my friend?
unasked, I'll tell
you what I think.
I'd say she's got
a leak in her attic.
parallel planes.
counterparts from another life.
you got a thing about sick
people? is that it?
poor, poor kid.
I don't know
what's going to happen.
go call your friend.
hm?
your friend in Tully
with the car.
I don't have
any friend in Tully.
she needs help, medical help.
I figured it would
be easier this way.
I figured she'd come along.
poor kid.
can I use it?
go ahead.
who're you going to call?
the police, I guess.
I think they're the ones that
could help us.
to tell you the truth, she
kind of gives me the willies.
I'd as leave
she left here somehow.
where are you?
where did you go?
what do you want?
where are you?
Millicent.
are you all right?
yes.
I'm all right.
how about getting
some fresh air?
all right.
did you get
her off all right?
yeah. they're gonna take her
to the hospital for observation.
what was she talking about?
something about another life.
I don't know. that's
part of her illness, I guess.
you said the next
bus is at 7:00?
you got about four
and a half hours, pal.
you can take a snooze
on that bench.
you'll be all alone,
no noise whatsoever.
this place is like a tomb
between night and morning.
maybe I will get some sleep.
hey.
hey!
hey!
hey!
hey!
where are you?
obscure and metaphysical
explanation
to cover a phenomena.
reasons dredged
out of the shadows
to explain away that
which can not be explained.
call it parallel planes
or just insanity.
whatever it is, you find it
in the twilight zone.