Meanwhile

EXT. TOWER - NIGHT

The tower that formally housed Eagle Eyes stands  unguarded. There are no boards or locks on any of the doors or windows. Currently nothing is preventing anyone from bursting in.

The sky is a blood red. There is a slight wind, but it gradually picks up to an intense storm. 

The doors and windows are thrust open. They shake as the blood - red oozes into the into the building. 

Soon all the red from the sky is in the tower. The red shines brightly from the windows. The wind then yanks all the doors and windows shut, and the blood- red sky turns an ominous grey. 

Parallel Universe?

Olivia and I sit at a booth and drink our cappuccinos. I wouldn't exactly call them top quality beverages, but they were free, and it's hard for me to argue with fee. Especially if it contains caffeine. "What do you think Norm's deal is?" Olivia asks, blowing on her steaming hot drink. "What do you mean deal?" "C'mon , friendship?" "He missed us." Olivia raises an eyebrow. "You don't think he missed us?" I ask. "It just seems odd." She says. "What's odd about it?" "Friendship? He never talked like that before." "Maybe he's getting sentimental in his old age." I suggest. Olivia shakes her head. "I don't buy it." I shrug. "Then I guess we're in a parallel universe." "That doesn't make sense either." "Why not?" I ask. "Because he knows who we are."  "That's not necessarily how parallel universes work." I say. "Well, how do they work?" Olivia asks, leaning forward. I bite my lip. "It depends. You could enter another universe that is wildly different, or you could go to one that is virtually the same except for one detail that changed." "And that would be Norm being nicer?" I nod. "Think of parallel universes as other choices you could have taken or possibilities you could have had. They're all out there somewhere." I say, gesturing to the heavens. "So then are we in a parallel universe?" Olivia asks. "I don't know, and we may never know to be honest." Olivia half smiles. "What do you want to believe?" I ask. "I don't know. But I like this reality ok. Especially now that we have the blueprints. Speaking of which, did you bring them with?" "No, I didn't think to. I should have. That's not something we should leave out in the open." I say. Olivia shakes her head. "I wouldn't worry about it. No one's going up there. No one but us."

Cappuccinos

Norm studies our money carefully. He flips it over and over. "Something wrong with our money?" Olivia asks. "I told you. Your money's no good here." He says, holding the dollar up to the light. "And why's that?" Olivia asks. "Because we're friends." He says with a big smile. Olivia raises an eyebrow.  "We are?" "We are. And boy am I glad you guys are back. Heard you got sucked up into the sky. Sounds scary." "It was intense." I reply. Norm smiles. He pushes our money across the counter. "I can't take this." "Well, if you insist." Olivia says, grabbing her money. "I do. Now, what can I get you? ON The House?" "How about two coffees?" Olivia asks. "Coffee?" "Is that ok?" "Sure it's ok. It just seems a little strange coming in to a fountain shop and ordering coffee." "I know, but it's all we want." Olivia says. "How about a cappuccino? It'll give me an excuse to use the cappuccino machine." "That sounds fine." Norm scurries away. There is a little swearing on his end as he fumbles with the machine. But he comes back a couple minuets later with three foamy(slightly messy) cappuccinos. Olivia and I take our mugs. Norm stops us before we can take a sip. "To friendship." He says. "To friendship." Olivia and I repeat. We clink our mugs and take a sip. It's a bit more bitter that I was hoping for, but free is free.

Money Piles

I have no idea how long Olivia was at it making money. I passed out while she was toiling away. When I woke up there were piles and piles of singles. She had to of been at it all night. "Hows this?" She asks, handing me one of the dollar bills. I take the single and hold it up to the light. It looks authentic. At least to my naked eye. I don't know how she did it, but she some how got the little bar in there. "Does it look good?" She asks. I nod. "You think we can use it?" I shrug. "Well, it would be almost a waste not to." I say. "I was hoping you'd say something like that." "How long were you working on this?" I say, studying the piles. "Hours." She replies. "Wow, you look pretty spry and energetic." Olivia smiles. "I hide it well." She grabs a huge hand full of money. "Come on. Let's get some coffee."

Money Making

"Are you thinking of making more twenties?" "Close. Think bigger." Olivia says with a big smile. "50's? 100's." "Whatever we want. This is the start of something big." I take a deep breath. "I don't know about this." "What's the issue?" "Is this ethical?" I ask. "Just think of it as money making." "You mean money laundering?" I quip. "I like to believe that I'm not the only person who would use the magic blueprints for this purpose." She says. "I guess, it just feels..dirty. what if we get caught?" "Why would we get caught?" "Well, the American dollar has all sorts of crazy things on it to prevent a counterfeit copy." I explain. "And we have an exact copy." "Yes, we have an exact copy of the one you drew from memory." Olivia nods slowly. "I see what you are getting at. I need to have one that I can work off." "No. That's not what I'm saying at all." "What's the matter? Don't you trust my artistic abilities?" "I do, but-" "Then can I please have a twenty?" I sigh and reach into my front pocket. A second later I pull out a crumpled up single. "What's this?" She asks with a slight look of disgust. "It's a single." "No twenties?" She asks. I shake my head.  "It's all I got." "Well, I suppose it'll add to the authenticity." Olivia neatly places the single on the desk. She then picks up the pencil and gets to work.

Make a Snowman

Initially, I tried to brush off the sunlight as mere coincidence. Something that I should not give a second thought to. However, when Olivia showed me the lack of two by fours on every single door and window, I could no longer dismiss the facts. There was definitely a correlation between what was on the blueprints and what manifested in real life. We rushed back upstairs to the top office. We had infinite power in our hands. That was the problem. We didn't know what to draw first, so I went ahead and scribbled three circles. One on top of the other. After  I drew the last circle I made a top hat. "Oh my god. Is that a- " "Snowman? Yes." I say, interrupting Olivia. I add coal eyes, a coal mouth, coal buttons, a scarf, a carrot nose, and of course, a corn cob pipe. "He's kinda cute." Olivia admits, eyeing my drawing. I glance over my shoulder. "He's even cuter." Olivia turns around. She practically jumps upon seeing my snowman in the doorway. "Is he alive?" She asks. "No." "How are you sure?" "Because I didn't give him a speech bubble." "Of course." She says, sarcastically. "That is impressive, but I still think we can go bigger." Olivia adds. "Like what?" "I'll show you." I hand Olivia the pencil. She scribbles a twenty dollar bill. A second later a twenty dollar bill appears out of nowhere. It floats from the ceiling like a feather. Olivia snatches it as soon as she can. "This" She says, holding the twenty proudly " is just the beginning."

Here Comes the Sun

"Do you know what you just did?" Olivia asks, excitedly. "I just scratched my nose if that's what you are referring to." "No, that!" Olivia says, pointing to the sunny day. I raise an eyebrow. "You made the sun come back." She elaborates. "Excuse me?" "The blueprints. They must be magic. You made the sun come back. You did that." I smile and shake my head. "You did." She insists. "No, it was purely coincidence." "That's bullshit. Deep down I think you know that." I shrug. "I suppose it is possible... but very unlikely." "No, extremely likely. " Olivia replies. "Convince me." I say, looking up from the blueprints. "The doors and windows on blue prints were boarded up, right?" "They were, but I erased them." "Then that means that the real doors and windows will have nothing blocking them now." "Are you sure about that?" I ask. Olivia smiles. "Positive." She takes my hand and leads me out of the room.