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Forensic  Jorge Velez is on the heels of a series of  murders but the  events unfolding may have already happened. His team found intertwined events, unusual evidences, strange disappearances, time lapses, and  feeling of 'deja vu'. In order for them to truly find out what is happening they literally  need to run  towards the  shadow's edge and fell 150 meters below.
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Did he just walk inside a top secret military program? Where is Dr. Molina? What is his purpose in inviting him?

The electric noise was literally raising all the hair on his arms. There were sudden huge sparks that could literally fry and it randomly  hit the floor and the tall ceiling above. What is this place? There is something massive going on and he needed to understand what this is all about.

"Impressed?" A man behind him asked. It was Dr. Molina. He removed his goggles and grabbed Jorge's arms.

"I could see you are in a confused state. Come inside the briefing room."

Confused is an underestimation. Jorge was literally in a state of shock.

Inside the briefing room, Jorge's hand was trembling as he drank a glass of water together with his medication. He needed something to calm himself down. The voices he heard in his radio, the message from Colonel Riva, and this massive thing in front of him is just too much to process in the blink of an eye. He needed to slow down.

"What's going on?" Jorge's asked as Dr. Molina pore over the result of many of his experiments.

"What you see is what you get Jorge. It's the real deal. A time machine."

Jorge felt his breathing stopped. He heard it loud and clear. A  T-I-M-E machine.

Run on Shadow's Edge

<p>With a heavy heart, Cindy went back inside the car and drove back into the highway. Something inside her mind is deliberately taking her to go on a circular path as she moves, going in and out of the cloverleaf intersection. She could have leaped early and hidden the body, but she just experienced the worst feeling of a 'kid-separation-anxiety.' She tried to shake it off by taking a deep breath. F_ck! But it was not helping. She must have gotten close to the kids, who, by the way, should not happen. She stopped at the empty layover area along the highway. Then lit a cigarette to calm herself down. Don't! She warned herself. The urge to retrieve them back bothered her. F_ck! She knew she would violate the rules set before her. </p>

A Case of Separation Anxiety