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Dan and The Can: Flush of Fate
Dan and The Can: Flush of Fate
Dan winced as he climbed into the cold shower. Then, when he actually turned the water
on and the shower got even colder, he winced again. He had to let his mind wander, or the icy
water would get the better of him. So Dan thought about the leaky ceiling and the rampant
cockroaches that were the true owners of the apartment. He thought about his dresser that
contained only two sets of clothes, his everyday clothes (tattered jeans and a worn t-shirt) and his
nice clothes (less-tattered jeans and a less-worn t-shirt). And he thought about the Star Trek
collection that sat on his shelf gathering dust because he’d sold his TV. In fact, he’d sold almost
everything in order to keep the apartment, but Star Trek was one thing he just couldn’t let go of.
Mostly, Dan thought about the day ahead. He was out of the shower by now, brushing his
teeth with water and a finger, though he wasn’t sure if that actually made things cleaner or not.
Dan just thought people should brush their teeth no matter the circumstances. He was still wet,
and shaking himself dry was never a fast process, so by the time Dan left the apartment, he was
shivering. But Dan wasn’t worried. Dan knew things would start looking up today. He knew that
fate couldn’t keep short-changing him. It was time for the wheel to turn, and soon he’d be on top,
or near the top in any case, or maybe at least sort of to the side.
Dan had led a life of bad luck, very bad luck. He was a nice guy, so it definitely wasn’t
karma. It started with little things. His application to a private high school had been lost in the
mail, his dog had run away, that sort of thing. But then his house had burned down and a few
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months later his parents ran off to a tropical island to escape their worries. Dan thought that that
was as bad as it could get, but things only kept getting worse.
Take his first job. He was working at a frozen banana stand1 on the boardwalk. He
accidently dropped a banana, and before he could pick it up, his boss had skidded on it and
broken his collarbone. Dan’s boss sued him, sure that it had been intentional, and Dan lost what
little he had, including, of course, his job. Oh, and then there was his second job. A shark that
had been picked up in a tornado was flung over two miles and smashed through his window,
landing on his desk. The boss had not found Dan’s “prank” amusing and had fired him on the
spot. To make matters worse, it had been a Grey Nurse shark, one of the most endangered types
But today Dan had an interview. Today was Dan’s chance! His hair was combed (with his
hands), and he’d donned his “nice clothes.” Today Dan would become a janitor.
The interview went well; they needed someone who would clean every bathroom on all
eight stories for minimum wage and not join the janitor’s union. Dan was that someone. They
hired him despite his bad record; the person in charge seemed not to care very much (she was
leaving the company at the end of the week), and no one else had applied. And that, my friends,
is the story of Dan’s life up until this point, though that’s hardly important. What comes next is
Work started immediately. They gave Dan a set of janitorial clothes2 and sent him off.
Dan wandered to the janitor’s closet in the basement and gathered whatever he thought he’d
need, which consisted of a bucket full of soapy water, a plunger, and a mop. He didn’t really
1
The stand wasn’t frozen; the bananas were.
2
These replaced the set he was currently wearing as his nicest set of clothes.
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have any experience, but he was ready to give it his all. Wondering what the view from the top of
the building was like and wanting to make his job more interesting, he decided to start on the
eighth floor. After a minimally pleasant elevator ride, the doors opened and Dan stepped out,
only to immediately crash into someone in an extremely nice suit and send soapy water flying
everywhere. Dan didn’t want to think about how many meals that suit could pay for.
“Excuse me, sir,” stammered Dan. “I’m so sorry. Please, let me help.”
“Just started today,” Dan muttered as he tried to dry off the man’s suit.
The man waved off Dan’s efforts. “Here at Gigatech industries we cannot tolerate
behavior that could give us a bad name. The previous janitors have already caused us enough
trouble.” The man glared at Dan for a moment before continuing. “Today, did you say? Then I
“That’s enough.” The man in the suit paused. “What’s your name?
“Dan.”
“Well, Dan,” said the man, straightening up so as to prove he was higher status, “my
name is Mr. Thurnstein, and I am the CEO of Gigatech Industries. I haven’t worked hard all my
life only to have worthless janitors ruin my suits. Please, stay out of my way.” With that, Mr.
Thurnstein stepped into the elevator and was hidden behind the closing doors.
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Mr. Thurnstein had indeed worked hard all his life. He was quite an entrepreneur. In his
younger days, he’d brought candy to school and sold it at a 300% markup in discreet locations.
He’d later started a secret club and charged an entrance fee then never held any meetings, and at
age eight, when someone offered him one-hundred dollars for the dog he’d had since he was
four, he’d sold it. Mr. Thurnstein would do anything for a profit.
Later in life, when the stakes became higher, Mr. Thurnstein’s tactics became even more
suspect. He’d put his parents in a home and declared them unstable in order to access his
inheritance early. He then used the money to pay off a boxer to throw a match so he could make
even more on the winnings. He used his new, more formidable earnings to start up a company
that made a whole line of children’s toys, but when it was found that they contained excessive
amounts of lead and cyanide, he closed up shop, dismantled everything (dumping the waste in a
nearby nature preserve), and changed his name before a law suit could be brought against him.
Not willing to stop there, Mr. Thurnstein entered the pharmaceutical business with a
brilliant idea. In order to make his drugs viable more quickly, he tested them on kittens, puppies,
and children in third-world countries. This was a great success, but still Mr. Thurnstein felt that
he had not achieved his true purpose. He had made enough capital, and it was time for him to
pursue his true dream. He wanted to create the most powerful company in the world, and
Gigatech was an elite munitions manufacturer that specialized in the development of new
weapons technologies. It was Gigatech that produced the missiles that the United States was
using in the current war. It was Gigatech that provided the illegal biological weapons that the
same government was denying using in the current war. In fact, it was Gigatech that had, through
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indirect and subtle measures, caused the war to start in the first place. The company made robots
that could sneak into a secure building and deliver a small dose of poison. They made bullets that
exploded on impact, sending shrapnel hurtling through the victim’s body. And they made things
so deadly that your imagination couldn’t even fill them in. Go ahead, try. Gigatech had even
installed satellites in space that allowed the administration to track the movements of every
single person on the planet. All in all, Gigatech was rather successful.
Dan got to work on the first bathroom. As he scrubbed a urinal with a yellowish brush
and some blue disinfectant, he pondered his meeting with Mr. Thurnstein. He was curious about
the previous janitors. He wondered what sort of behavior had gotten them fired. In any case, it
was good fortune for Dan, and that was a rarity, so he was happy enough. Even though the
bathrooms were caked in a thin layer of filth since there apparently hadn’t been a janitor in a
while, Dan was beginning to like his new job. At least he had a job.
The eighth floor bathrooms went by fairly quickly, and the fourths went pretty well,
though Dan forgot to put up a “Cleaning in Progress” sign and surprised a female employee. By
the time Dan was finished with the first floor bathrooms, it was his lunch break. Dan had one
hour, so he quickly washed up, changed back into what had previously been his “nice” clothes,
and headed out of the building toward the library which was only a few block away, another one
The library was significant because it contained a rather fetching vixen, Susy Walters.
Susy had worked at the library for a couple of years now, and she and Dan enjoyed a happy but
low-budget relationship. Susy was probably the only thing that had ever gone really well for
Dan. They were deeply in love, and they both knew that that was far more important than money.
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Susy was beautiful, and had a kind heart. Dan wanted to ask Susy to marry him, but he was a
fairly honorable man, and he was going to wait until he had a steady job and enough savings to
provide her with a home. So for today, they were simply meeting for lunch.
“Dandan!” Susy whispered as enthusiastically as possible when she saw her lover enter
the library.
“Hey Suse. Wanna grab a bite with your newly employed boyfriend?”
“Shhh.” Susy put her finger to her smiling lips. “Do I ever!”
Lunch was fairly delicious. The local Jill in the Cube boasted a fairly large dollar menu
that always kept the two of them fed and happy. They enjoyed each other’s company in the way
that only happy couples can, and when they were finished, they parted with a kiss and went back
Dan cleaned the rest of the day and into the evening, long after everyone in the building
had gone home. There were a lot of bathrooms to clean, and it was slow work. Finally, well
before the witching hour but long after work hours, Dan reached the last bathroom. He’d gone
out of order to spice things up (he was more interested in making a janitorial job enjoyable than
When Dan opened the door, he immediately realized that this bathroom was quite
different from the rest. Dan didn’t normally pay a great deal of attention to detail, but this
bathroom entranced him. The floor was a rolling granite that rose and fell in seemingly random
places around the room. Each of the three stalls in the bathroom was completely surrounded by
gray stone walls covered in complex carvings. The lone urinal was molded into an intricate
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flower design, and the counter was composed of two long, black slabs of marble that sloped
downward to create a basin for the sink, which was accompanied by an ornate white faucet.
Everything was about the same size and shape as a normal bathroom, but the craftsmanship was
superb. Dan was surprised that employees ever used any of the other bathrooms. As Dan
continued to examine the bathroom, he noticed an “Out of Order” sign on the far stall that
reminded him of the way he’d gone out of order, and he chuckled to himself.
Curious, Dan opened the stall and peered inside. Behind the toilet, which actually looked
rather commonplace compared to everything else, was a glass window that stretched from the
floor to the ceiling. The very top had a few glass slats that could be opened and closed for
ventilation. Dan assumed that it was the type of mirrored glass that was only see-through in one
direction, but he couldn’t be sure. Dan stared out for a minute, admiring the view. He could see
over most of the other buildings and out to the bay. The only thing that marred the otherwise
excellent view was a partially full dumpster that sat directly below the window. Dan wasn’t sure
whether viewing the dumpster as partially full instead of mostly empty was optimistic or
pessimistic.
Dan peered into the other stalls as well, but they appeared unfinished. The walls had
holes that showed incomplete plumbing and not one of them contained a toilet. Dan shrugged
and got to work. There was only one toilet to clean, so it was quick. Dan gave the toilet a final
scrub, noting how ordinary it looked, and decided not to flush it, fearing that whatever happened
next could be the reason for the caution tape. Dan was indirectly correct, but neither he nor you
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Dan went to leave the bathroom, but just as he was about to walk through the door, he
unique and varied history. When Gigatech first began building its headquarters,
Mr. Thurnstein, the founder of the company, allotted a set budget for the building.
The majority of it was erected quickly, but due to plumbing issues, the bathrooms
embezzlement and fired after completing only the bathrooms from the basement
to the fifth floor. Unable to find another contractor, Mr. Thurnstein decided to take
a vacation to relieve stress, leaving his secretary, Mrs. White, in charge. A then
unheard of architect, Richard Dawes, offered to build the rest of the bathrooms for
free if he were allowed to redesign them. Thinking that this would be a nice
surprise for Mr. Thurnstein, Mrs. White okayed the idea and allowed Dawes to
through his work on the sixth floor bathroom. He has not been heard from since,
and it has been discovered that there is in fact no architect by that name. The
architecture of the sixth floor bathroom of Gigatech Industries, the bathroom that
you are currently standing in, is different from anything you have seen before. It
has won numerous awards for its unique style, a combination of grace and
subtlety. For these accomplishments, this bathroom was inducted into the NIA’s
protected buildings list and Gigatech was required to keep it exactly as it had been
erected. Mr. Thurnstein finally hired someone to finish the job, but they weren’t
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allowed to complete this spectacular bathroom. Instead they simply finished the
Dan found the story interesting but was surprised that the plaque had been so long and
informative. Plaques were usually so concise and boring. This one seemed like there might
almost be some sort of conspiracy theory hidden in it. But Dan was finished for the day, so he
left, walking home in the dark, the moonless sky doing little to light his way. Streetlamps
flickered, power lines hummed, and the infrequent car zoomed by.
The next morning went well, another lunch date was successful, and the floor that Dan
had randomly chosen to clean 4th was going along swimmingly. Just so you know, it was the 6th
floor. Dan was mopping when an employee, slightly overweight and balding, walked in and
“We finally got a new janitor, huh?” said the man, and he let out a laugh.
“Thank god. These things don’t clean themselves. I’m just happy someone took the job.”
“What? Where have you been, man? In a cave? People weren’t even applying.
“Superstition?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know?” The man zipped his pants, flushed,3 and turned to face
Dan. “I can’t believe it. It was all over the news each time.”
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Hs face was flushed because he hadn’t flushed.
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“What was?” The man gave Dan an incredulous look. “I can’t afford a TV.”
“What’s your name?” Dan told the man his name. “Dan, I’m Charley,” said Charley, and
he extended a hand. Before Dan could take it, Charley laughed, made a face that said “Oops,”
“Dan, the last three janitors that worked here, well, how do I put this…went insane and
committed gruesome suicides. The last one blew his brains out in one of the stalls. Ever since it
started happening people’ve been avoiding this bathroom, but it’s still the nicest, and my office is
Dan’s first thought was one of revelation. So that’s why that “Out of Order” sign was
there. There’s nothing wrong with the toilet after all. Worry quickly butted in after that.
“Sorry, pal. Ask anybody around here. It’s true.” The man, Charley, walked out the door,
Dan swallowed nervously, decided that he’d come back to this bathroom later and
quickly left to clean the rest of the building. When he returned, he wasn’t proud to admit that he
was frightened, but he wasn’t too proud not to admit it either. Dan was frightened, Dan admitted,
After cleaning the stalls nervously, sure that every speck was a bloodstain, Dan got
around to the toilet. No longer fearing that the toilet was the reason for the “Out of Order” sign,
Dan went ahead and flushed it. He used his foot to kick the little silver handle and watched as
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water began to pour into the toilet bowl. As the clean water flowed in, it slammed into the blue
Dan was entranced by the beauty of it all. Never before had he seen something so surreal.
Never before had he witnessed such beauty. The janitor stared at the pool below him, unmoving,
until, slowly, something began to happen. The water started to roil and take shape. Dan thought
he must be seeing things; it couldn’t be true. Images flashed across the surface of the water,
swirling into existence and then disappearing. They churned up, but were lost just before Dan
could make sense of them. Finally the images began to settle into a clearer form, and as they did,
their movements sped up. It was like the toilet was playing a movie in fast-forward. Suddenly
Dan gasped, for he saw himself reflected in that water, but this was more than a mere reflection.
Dan watched an image of himself looking stunned and then wandering around the
bathroom. With a splash, the scene changed to one of him flushing the toilet again, but the water
quickly churned and was gone, only to be replaced by another scene of him leaving the building.
Then the swirled once more and Dan watched himself walking toward a convenient store.4 He
entered and asked to purchase a scratcher lottery ticket. With a rush of water the image changed
again. Dan stared down at the ticket. He hadn’t won anything, so he bought another, and another,
and another, until, after he’d bought hundreds, he finally he asked for yet one more “Triple
Seven.” Dan saw himself scratch everything off, and—the water was done flowing. Now it was
“Was I going to win?” asked Dan, caught up in the moment. “Wait, what am I saying?
This doesn’t make any sense. Was that the future?” Oh great. Now I’m talking to myself. Dan
4
The convenience store was close by, and therefore convenient. It was a convenient convenience store or convenient
store for short.
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couldn’t shake the image of the lotto ticket out of his head. He wondered whether he’d win if he
went down to that store and bought that Triple Seven. He doubted it. Dan pondered for a minute
Then, with a sudden flash of inspiration, Dan kicked the handle again. This time, after the
beautiful swirling, the vision began about a minute after the last one had. Dan’s reflection started
out entering the store. Dan wondered whether the toilet always showed the future, if it was in
fact the future, a set amount of time ahead, but quickly forgot this thought as his curiosity took
over.
Dan’s mirror bought all the same lotto tickets until finally he got to that Triple Seven. He
watched himself scratch it, but it, too, was not a winner. The next one was though. The Green
Diamond was a winning ticket worth five-hundred dollars! Dan watched the vision disappear a
minute after it had ended last time. Then he stood, mulling the last few minutes over.
He wondered if he were going mad, and when he got over that, he wondered whether it
was some sort of trap, meant to lure him with false promises of wealth. Then he wondered if he’d
gone mad once more. You can’t see the future. If there was one thing Dan had learned from his
love of science fiction, it was that seeing the future didn’t make any sense. The very act of seeing
it would change it! Unless the prediction took into account the fact that you were seeing the
future. But Dan had always believed in free will, and that would pretty much prove that that
concept was a bust. Dan realized he was getting off on a mental tangent and stopped himself. He
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Dan decided that he would find out for himself. It would be a simple enough test. If he
went down to the convenient store and bought that ticket…Well, if it won, then somehow this
Dan left the building immediately and went to the convenient store. He was a little
nervous, but told himself that surely nothing would happen. The lady working behind the counter
laughed when Dan asked for the 12th Green Diamond scratcher in the pile, but was silenced when
he won $500. Dan, too, was silenced. This meant that the visions of the future were accurate.
How could that be possible? Dan had watched himself buy scores of tickets, but he knew
for a fact that he had not just purchased scores of tickets. The vision of the future was wrong, but
the facts were right. At least, Dan’s actions were wrong, but the things he interacted with
remained the same. Dan sat down on the floor of the store. He was going to puzzle through this
In traditional stories about visions of the future, you could see the future but not change
it. Clearly that concept didn’t apply. But if you could change it, why would the vision be accurate
at all? Maybe the latrine’s images were more informative that prophetic. But if so, how did it
decide which information to give him? Dan decided that his original plan was not a good one, so
he stood up and went home, happy about the five hundred dollars. He would figure this out after
more tests.
* * *
“Mr. Thurnstein,” said Mr. Robert Lockleer, the vice president of Gigatech Industries,
“sales are down twenty-eight percent. Can you explain this to the board?”
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Mr. Thurnstein was sweating. He really couldn’t explain it. Everything had been going so
well. The economy had been booming and Gigatech Industries had been on top, but now things
were starting to sink. Mr. Thurnstein looked at the twelve men sitting around the oak table in
front of him and gulped. “Gentlemen, everything is in order. We have simply failed to predict
which way the market would spin, but we have a much better handle on it now and can begin
producing items that will fully provide for both the government and our consumers’ specific
needs.”
“I don’t know,” said an investor. “I think maybe it’s time to wash our hands of this
business. I don’t like what you’ve done with the company, Thurnstein.”
“That’s Mr. Thurnstein. And what I’ve done with the company? I am the company! I built
it from the ground up with my bare hands.” Mr. Thurnstein made a built-from-the-ground-up-
with-bare-hands gesture.
“Please, gentlemen. There is no need to worry. By next month’s meeting everything will
be back to normal.”
“Actually, Mr. Thurnstein, you can’t stall any longer. The board has decided to hold an
emergency meeting in one week to assess your progress,” said Lockleer, his leer locked on Mr.
Thurnstein.
“I’m sure that won’t be necessary. Please?” The members of the board said nothing.
“Members of the board, I assure you that everything is under control. Just take a look at some of
the plans we’ll be introducing over the next weeks.” Mr. Thurnstein began to describe the plans
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in detail, the veins in his neck bulging with rage at the very thought that these fools would
attempt to displace him. By the end of the meeting the investors were partially convinced, but
Mr. Thurnstein didn’t know what to do. Without this job, this company, he was nothing.
He had no friends, no family, nothing to fall back on. Work was all that kept him going, and it
seemed he might lose it. In desperation, he decided that he would not leave the building until he
* * *
“Dan, you can’t afford this.” A few trips back and forth from the toilet to the convenient
store had enabled Dan to purchase a suit and take Susy out to a lovely restaurant. “Jill in the
“It’s not good enough for you, Susy. I need to start giving you what you deserve.” The
waiter came with their steaks and poured them each another glass of wine. After thanking him,
Dan leaned close to Susy. “Susy, I love you.” He handed her a small, long box.
“What’s this?” Susy looked surprised. Dan thought she looked beautiful, her hair flowing
in front of her shoulders in waves and her eyes sparkling with curiosity and happiness. Susy
opened the box and saw a gorgeous silver necklace with a heart pendant. “Dan! You shouldn’t
have.”
“That’s just the point. I should have, long ago, but I couldn’t. Now that I can, I have to
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“Well…” Just then, the waiter returned to see whether they were enjoying everything, and
The night went blissfully well. Dinner was exquisite, and afterward the pair went for a
stroll. Dan was even able to offer Susy his coat, a delightful new experience for them both, and
after their enchanting evening, Susy spent the night at his place. It was much cleaner and
somewhat better furnished than it had been. Dan had even bought a huge TV so that he could
The rest of the week was just as spectacular as that night. Dan continued to buy lottery
tickets and always won big. The clerks were getting a bit suspicious, but they all liked Dan, so
mostly they just cheered him on. Sometimes he’d even give them his winning ticket. In fact, it
was becoming a bit of an event. The employees were starting to bring their friends to watch the
odds-defying ticket buyer. Things were going well, really well. Dan wasn’t sure what to think.
Maybe his streak of bad luck was finally over? It was certainly possible.
Dan wondered why the other janitors had gone crazy. The toilet seemed like a real boon,
not something that would drive you insane. He thought that maybe it was an issue of morality.
Was it wrong for him to use this toilet for personal gain? Dan wasn’t really sure, but he decided
that next time he’d try to use the toilet to do some good and see what happened. Would the fact
that he was planning to use it for a good purpose have any effect on the future it portrayed, or
would he just see himself buying more lotto tickets? Surely enough, next time he flushed the
toilet, the water swirled into an image of him wandering outside looking for someone to help.
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Dan shrugged. Apparently fate only wanted him to buy lotto tickets. He was willing to
comply. Dan flushed the toilet again, and stared into the water. For just a moment, he thought the
image of himself stared back. Dan couldn’t place the look, but it made him shudder. He felt
suddenly cold and drained of joy, but the image was gone in a moment and one of Dan buying a
Dan took Susy on another wonderful date that night. They went to a play at a ritzy theater
and sat in excellent seats. They had a magnificent time, laughing when the play induced laughter
Even still, Dan couldn’t help feeling that something was a little off. Susy, despite her
giddy joy and being treated so romantically, had seemed a bit distant. As they made their way
back to the car (Dan had purchased a Maserati), Susy stopped. “Dan. I love you, and I want you
to know that I’m really happy. This last week has been amazing, but I have to know where
you’re getting the money. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you got out of the question last time. I
“Susy, I trust you more than I trust anyone; I just don’t want to ruin things.”
Dan couldn’t stand the look of worry that had assaulted Susy’s beautiful face. Sighing, he
began to explain the whole thing. “There’s nothing to be worried about. It’s just, well, there’s this
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Susy laughed when Dan got to the part about the future, but then became solemn when
she realized he was serious. By the end she was just upset that her boyfriend was lying to her.
“I thought you’d show me a little more respect, Dan.” Susy turned away and crossed her
Dan took Susy home, an angry silence filling the car. When he dropped her off, Dan
yelled through the open window. “Just come to the office tomorrow on your lunch break. I can
prove that I’m telling the truth!” Susy didn’t even turn around.
Dan was dejected the next day. He wandered outside the Gigatech building for a few
minutes trying to clear his head. There was a small park across the street, so Dan sat down on a
bench to wallow. After a few minutes spent considering his misery and the unfairness of it all,
Dan noticed a bright green and red parrot in the tree next to him. It chirped loudly, the fairly
harsh screech that parrots emit, and took flight, perhaps perturbed that Dan was watching it.
Dan stood in hopes of following it, happy to be distracted from his thoughts by the
colorful creature. It was heading in the right direction anyway, straight toward the Gigatech
building. Dan started to cross the street, keeping his eyes trained carefully on the bird. He walked
across the pavement, never losing sight of the parrot, and then, suddenly, it simply vanished. Dan
stopped in the middle of the street, flabbergasted, though less so than he might have been a few
weeks before when the world still seemed a normal place. Dan wondered what on earth could
have happened to the bird when he suddenly caught sight of it flying out of the sixth floor
bathroom window. Dan hurried over to the dumpster, gazing upward. The parrot flew overhead
and away, screeching. Dan shook his head, confused, and wandered inside.
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He headed for the strange bathroom, wondering if there’d be any sign of a bird, but when
he arrived, he thought of Susy again. He glared at the toilet next to him, trying to stay angry, but
his curiosity took over. He couldn’t help wondering how it worked. It certainly wasn’t an
accurate vision of the future, because it never predicted what Dan actually did. It could be a
vision of a possible future, one of many, branching timelines, each of which diverged whenever
someone gazed into it. Dan had definitely seen that done before. The only thing was that
normally the people who could see multiple futures were able to choose what they viewed. How
would the toilet know what Dan wanted to see? It really didn’t really seem like that was how it
worked. Dan just couldn’t figure out how it always responded to what he was thinking, showing
Dan, after pondering all of the science fiction knowledge he could remember, decided
that it must be a visionary gateway to a parallel dimension of sorts where another Dan existed.
And in that parallel dimension, the other Dan was identical to Dan in every way, except that the
other Dan would go ahead and perform the next ten minutes so that Dan could watch and see
what would happen if he were to take those actions. Even though it wasn’t exactly the future
because the act of looking into the toilet bowl changed things, Dan could still gather plenty of
information about his world. It didn’t really make sense to Dan, but he thought that it probably
Dan spent his morning in the 6th floor bathroom that day, too depressed to leave. He
mostly just gazed dejectedly out the window or watched visions of himself cleaning future
bathrooms. Sometimes, just sometimes, those visions would stare back. Dan started to think that
it was happening more frequently and for longer periods of time, but he was always so
enraptured by the toilet bowl that afterword he couldn’t say. It was not a good day.
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* * *
That morning, Mr. Thurnstein had awoken at his desk, disgusted with himself for having
fallen asleep without thinking of a way to save the company. He got up and paced his opulent
office, stopping only to gaze at himself in the mirror, horrified by his disheveled clothing. He’d
spent the entire week in the building, but his usual genius was failing him. The emergency
meeting of the board was at noon—it was already ten o’clock—and Mr. Thurnstein had only bad
news. Stock had dropped, sales had plummeted, and a book about the janitorial suicides had
Mr. Thurnstein even pulled open the bottom drawer on his desk once, but a quick glance
at the gun was more than enough. Mr. Thurnstein would never be able to live with himself if he
committed suicide, and he knew it, though the irony of the phrasing was lost on him.
Mr. Thurnstein wandered out of his office and through the building. He didn’t know
where he was headed, and he ignored everyone who greeted him. He pushed past people and
through doors, only to turn around and pace back the way he had come. Just as you might
suspect, during his random wanderings, he stumbled into the 6th floor bathroom. It was about
11:30, when he pushed open the door. The place always gave him the creeps. He’d wanted to get
it remodeled, but the damn NIA wouldn’t let him touch the place, wouldn’t help him get rid of all
the bad memories. Mr. Thurnstein was the one who had found the last janitor, brains splattered
across the wall. It wasn’t that he was against murder in general; he’d just rather not be personally
involved.
Mr. Thurnstein was about to leave, to get out of that nausea-inducing bathroom, but he
thought he spotted legs beneath the stall door. For a moment, he thought it was the ghost of the
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previous janitor, but Mr. Thurnstein was not a superstitious man, so he dismissed that possibility.
He walked up to the stall as quietly as possible and bent over so that he could get a better look.
All that he could see was more leg, so Mr. Thurnstein, having projected all of his emotions onto
this encounter, quietly opened the door. The man standing there didn’t even notice him.
In fact, the man didn’t seem aware of his surroundings at all. He was staring intently at
the toilet, leaning on his mop for support. Mr. Thurnstein thought it was extremely odd—the
man’s focus was almost inhuman—and then suddenly it dawned on him. Something about this
bathroom must be what got to the janitors! Overwhelmed by curiosity, he squeezed his way
closer to Dan, uncomfortable in the cramped space, and looked over his shoulder. There, in the
pool of toilet water, was a perfect reflection of Dan. Mr. Thurnstein breathed a sigh of relief. At
least that much was normal. But then, just before he could finish his contented sigh, the
reflection walked away, the image shifting to one outside the office.
Mr. Thurnstein let out a scream that snapped Dan out of his trance. Dan started screaming
too, scared that someone was screaming so incredibly close to him. “What’s going on?!” yelled
Dan.
“I don’t know!” screamed Mr. Thurnstein as he leapt back, slamming hard into the stall
door and lurching back forward into close proximity with Dan. “You tell me!”
“I don’t know either!” Dan was getting tired of shouting, but kept it up so Mr. Thurnstein
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“Oh…that.” Dan said, withering. He wasn’t happy that someone had discovered the
toilet, and the feeling of Mr. Thurnstein’s hot, stale breath on his neck only made things worse.
Apparently the man was in too much pain to move back out of the stall.
“Ah ha! So it’s not nothing!” Mr. Thurnstein did his best to gloat in triumph, obviously
still in pain. “Tell me, son. What was that? If you don’t tell me immediately, you’re fired.”
“It’s Dan.”
“Yes, well,” Mr. Thurnstein shrugged both apathetic and sure that he would have his way.
“I’m about to lose my job, my company, and my life, Dan, and you will be losing at least one of
“Well, Mr. Thurnstein, I know it sounds crazy, but when you flush this toilet, the water
reflects an image of your future. I don’t know how it does it, but it does. Probably parallel
universes or something.”
Mr. Thurnstein didn’t respond, at least vocally. Instead he pushed Dan out of the way, as
best he could anyway—really Dan was just sort of squished between Thurnstein and the stone
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Mr. Thurnstein watched himself exit the bathroom. The scene skipped to one of him in
his office, staring at the gun in his hands, then it was simply scattered images of him wandering
the halls.
Mr. Thurnstein did not know how to react to something as wondrous as this toilet. “Dear
lord!” he exclaimed, ignoring Dan completely. “Do you have any idea what this could
accomplish? I could be rich! Rich beyond my wildest dreams, if only I could figure out what to
do in those ten minutes. Dan, this is amazing.” Mr. Thurnstein turned toward Dan. “Tell no one.”
The look in Mr. Thurnstein’s eye was enough to silence Dan completely. He’d never seen
someone so crazed. “No one. This is far greater than you can possibly imagine.”
“Stay here, and like I said, tell no one. I have to go to a board meeting.”
Mr. Thurnstein brushed off his clothes one last time, strode out of the bathroom with a
maniacal gleam in his eye, and began the long walk to the conference room. The board members
had already taken their seats. The fact that they were early could not be good.
“Welcome, Mr. Thurnstein,” said Robert Lockleer. “I’m sure the plunging stocks and
“I hate to be the one to tell you this,” Mr. Lockleer did not, in fact, hate to be the one to
tell him this, “But the other members of the board and I have decided that it would be best for
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you to step down as CEO of Gigatech Industries, and if you do not step down, we will be forced
“What?!” Mr. Thurnstein had expected this, but for some reason could not control his
outrage. “I am Gigatech Industries! I built this company from the ground up with my bare
hands!”
Mr. Thurnstein tried to stay calm. He was still in control of the situation. “You don’t want
to do this. There may be some…information that you are not privy to. You see, I have a plan, a
plan that will make us all rich beyond our wildest dreams.”
“What is this plan of yours, Kyle? It sounds to me like a desperate ploy to keep your job.
You know, if you’d simply been competent none of this would be happening. Sheer luck got this
company off the ground, not your hard work, and you’ve been bringing it down ever since. It’s
“Kyle, this is no time to get emotional. Please, the members and I have important
Mr. Thurnstein’s signature vein was really bulging now, and changing color too. “Oh
you’ll see. All of you will see!” Mr. Thurnstein stormed out of the room, more purposeful than
angry. He burst into his office and headed straight for that bottom drawer. He retrieved the gun
and slipped it into his belt. No one was going to stop him now.
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Back in the sixth floor bathroom, Dan had quite forgotten about Mr. Thurnstein. More
immediate problems were on his mind. Susy had arrived looking very angry. “Damn it, Dan! You
can’t just tell me to meet you at the office building and then expect me to find you. I had to
search every single bathroom from the first floor up, all because you tell me there’s some toilet
that shows you the future. I’m running out of patience, Dan. I really am. Please, please, for my
sake, won’t you just tell me the truth?” Susy finally took a breath. “Wow, this is a nice
bathroom.”
“Susy,” said Dan, arms extended pleadingly, “I am telling the truth. C’mere.” Dan opened
the stall door and walked inside. Susy followed Dan tentatively into the stall, unhappy that she
had to be pressed so close to him when she was so upset. She didn’t have any idea what Dan
might be about to show her. The only thing she was sure of was that it wouldn’t be a magical,
prophetic toilet.
Dan sighed. “Look,” he said, and flushed the toilet. The water began to swoosh and swirl
until it formed a picture. Dan’s image stared back through the glossy toilet water.
“Oh, your reflection. That’s great, Dan, just great,” spouted Susy.
“No wait!” yelped Dan. Susy obliged, though she wasn’t sure why.
After a few more moments of intense staring on Dan’s counterpart’s part, the reflection
shifted, forming an image of Dan and Susy kissing in the bathroom. In the toilet water she
looked very relieved, but in real life, a look of shock was just now crossing her face. “See!” said
Dan.
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“My god.” Susy took a few steps back. “Is that really the future? Can it truly see the
future?”
It took all of Dan’s energy for him to pull his gaze away from the toilet so that he could
look at Susy. “It can. Well, sort of. I think it shows you the future of what would happen if you
hadn’t used the vision of the future to change things. It’s a bit confusing really. I think I’ve
figured it out, but there’s no time to explain now. You see, Mr. Thurnstein is coming and if you
“Shhh.” Susy stepped back into the stall, put her finger to Dan’s lips, and then began
kissing him…passionately. Dan was surprised, but he wasn’t about to complain, especially since
Susy was wearing a delicious type of lip gloss he’d never tasted before.
Susy looked very relieved. They kissed and kissed, happier than they’d ever been before.
What the pair failed to see was the toilet water roiling again, this time settling into a
scene of Mr. Thurnstein bursting into the bathroom, gun in hand. The water showed everyone
yelling, the situation escalating, spiraling out of control, fear, hate, and love, until finally there
was a shot. No, Dan and Susy didn’t notice; they simply continued kissing, ignoring the toilet
completely.
Moments later, the bathroom door swung open violently, admitting an irrational Mr.
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“Is there someone else there?” Mr. Thurnstein now saw two pairs of legs. The open stall
door blocked his vision, so he grabbed it and yanked it open, surprised to see a woman, hair
slightly askew and shirt straps slipping off her shoulders. “What is she doing here?” Mr.
Thurnstein yelled, leveling the gun at the pair. He slowly pulled the stall door closed behind him
so that no one could see him holding the two at gunpoint. The act forced all three of them to pack
next to each other, hardly able to move. Mr. Thurnstein made sure to keep his finger on the gun.
“My god!” Susy yelped. She tried to get to the door, but movement was difficult.
“Stop!” yelled Thurnstein. It was more of a yell-whisper actually. Yelling felt socially
“Mr. Thurnstein,” said Dan, trying to stay as calm as possible. “Please, there’s no need to
“I told you to tell no one! Don’t you understand anything?” Susy tried to reach the door
once more, but she only managed to lean on the two men, shifting the weight distribution.
Luckily, this popped the somewhat low-quality lock5 off the stall and the three tumbled out.
Everyone leapt up and Susy made a mad dash for the bathroom door.
“You take one more step and I’ll shoot.” said Thurnstein, gun aimed straight at Susy’s
head. She stopped suddenly, too frightened to move. “Don’t you see? I have the perfect plan. I
can use this toilet to constantly check which stocks are about to skyrocket and then sprint to my
office and invest in them minutes before they do. I’ll be richer than even I can imagine! But no
one can know, because they’d question my success. They’d think it wasn’t all my doing. No one
can know.”
5
It was higher quality than most bathroom stall locks though. This was an NIA approved bathroom, after all.
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Susy took another step toward the door, sure that the lunatic wouldn’t notice during his
mad ravings, but he noticed. Mr. Thurnstein had no qualms about shooting Susy, so he pulled the
trigger. Susy heard the sound of the shot, but had no time to be horrified. The bullet exploded out
of the gun and went directly through her forehead. Dan watched the woman he was in love with
Dan ran to her, sobs coming in harsh, throat-grating gasps. He yelled out, clutching her
hand, staring at what had once been a beautiful face. Dan didn’t even recognize her now. Who
was this person? What had Thurnstein done to her? Trying his hardest to turn a sorrow unlike
anything he’d ever felt into rage, Dan stood, legs shaking with emotions he couldn’t possibly
cope with.
Mr. Thurnstein examined the sight, thinking only of the previous janitor. It was a rather
similar scene, her lying dead on the floor, blood splashed on the walls. “Hmm,” he said, musing.
He didn’t have much more time to muse because Dan came rushing toward him. Mr. Thurnstein
shot Dan too. One couldn’t be too careful. Mr. Thurnstein hadn’t been able to aim this shot quite
as well; it had been in the heat of the moment after all, so he’d only hit Dan in the stomach. Dan
“This is quite a predicament you’ve gotten me into, Dan.” Thurnstein crossed his arms.
“People really should learn to do as they’re told. Now I’ll need to cover this up somehow. You’ve
been a terrible inconvenience.” Mr. Thurnstein tapped his foot on the floor, thinking, while Dan
lay curled on the ground, dying. “I suppose the most likely explanation would be another suicide.
It would be the fourth time. The police probably wouldn’t look into it too much. You could easily
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have shot your girlfriend before killing yourself, but why would you shoot yourself in the
stomach?
“Let’s see…So I came into the room just as you were shooting that young woman over
there.” Mr. Thurnstein acted out the scene to help himself imagine it. “I tackled you to the
ground,” he said, pointing to where Dan lay, “and we wrestled for control of the gun.
Unfortunately it went off and you got hit in the stomach, but then, to finish yourself off, you used
your last bit of strength to jump out the window. That will do nicely, I think. Come Dan, time for
you to go on a little trip. Oh, I can’t wait until this is all over. I’m going to be so very rich.”
Mr. Thurnstein wrapped his arms around Dan and pulled him off the ground, displeased
by all the blood that was getting on his nice suit, but it was worth it. He dragged Dan to the large,
glass window. Dan was slipping in and out of consciousness, unable to resist the man who was
about to finish him off. With more strength than Mr. Thurnstein thought he had, he managed to
lift Dan up, drag him back into the stall, and hurl him through the window, shattering glass
everywhere. Mr. Thurnstein smiled as the last bit of Dan’s body passed through the gap and
began the descent toward the dumpster below. Yes, Mr. Thurnstein was a very happy man. He
turned toward the toilet and flushed it, gazing at his future.
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Dan and Susy stood in the bathroom stall, kissing. “I love you, Dan,” said Susy. “I’ll
never doubt you again.” Just then, as she was enjoying herself tremendously, Dan disappeared.
There was no sound, no puff of smoke. One moment she’d been kissing him, and the next he was
gone completely. Her first instinct was to run looking for him, but then the sheer impossibility of
it all overwhelmed her and she decided to simply sit on the floor.
Dan, meanwhile, found himself lying naked in a dumpster. He quickly felt his stomach,
but he wasn’t wounded. Dan knew that just seconds ago he’d been kissing Susy, but he also
knew that seconds ago he’d been shot and hurled through a window. Dan still had his memories
of the past ten minutes, or rather, future ten minutes. It was hard for his mind to digest the two
There was no bullet in his gut, so clearly something strange was going on. Based on the
very real pain of falling six stories into a dumpster, Dan assumed that he wasn’t dead. What had
happened? Dan tasted Susy’s lip gloss on his lips. It must have been real. Could it have
something to do with the magical toilet? It must! But then Dan started to think about all of the
problems inherent in time travel. When people traveled through time, they traveled as
It was almost as if those ten minutes had never happened, as if the timeline had folded
back on itself, except Dan still had his memories. But then why would he be in the dumpster?
Oh, it was all so terribly confusing. Dan rubbed his eyes, trying to ignore his splitting headache
and piece everything together. Normally, people travel through time and space. Dan knew that
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most representations of time travel were riddled with inconsistencies because if one were to go
back in time say six months, the earth would be on the opposite side of the sun and the traveler
But if your body ended up right outside whatever sort of portal you went through, then it
might work. It was just Dan’s bad luck that he had traveled through time by flying out of a sixth
story window. So if there were no space travel, if time were simply erased and no evidence
remained save your memories, then you’d simply disappear wherever you were in the past and
seemingly reappear where you were when you traveled through time with the body of your past
self and the mind of your future self. And as for being naked, Dan just had to assume that, like in
Satisfied that he’d sci-fi babbled his way through the situation, Dan tried to think back
on what had happened. He was kissing Susy…and then…and then Thurnstein! What was Dan
doing?! He pulled himself painfully out of the dumpster, remembering his last view of his
girlfriend. There was no time for all these thoughts! He had to save Susy!
Dan climbed out of the dumpster and sprinted to the front of the office building, wind
blowing powerfully against his face, and his whole body for that matter. Dan yanked open the
front door and ran inside, rushing past the receptionist, who was rather shocked to see Dan’s…
well, everything. She certainly didn’t mind; Dan was clearly much more attractive than she’d
realized.
Dan pushed the button for the elevator, but when it didn’t come immediately, he headed
for the stairs. He sprinted up all six flights, and by the time he spilled out onto the sixth floor
hallway, he was panting and sweating like mad. He raced to the bathroom, not caring if he was
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naked and planless, but by the time he reach the door, Mr. Thurnstein already had his gun trained
on Susy, who stood in the middle of the bathroom. If only he hadn’t spent so much time thinking
things through! Dan pushed the door open ever so slightly and peered in, unsure what to do next.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Susy said helplessly, arms raised.
“If you don’t tell me what’s going on by the count of three,” said Mr. Thurnstein as he
“Two.”
“Please! Please!” shouted Susy, tears streaming down her face. First the shock of losing
“Thr—”
Dan leapt through the door and slammed his shoulder into the CEO. Mr. Thurnstein
crashed to the ground, the impact knocking the gun out of his hand. “What are you doing, Dan?”
said Mr. Thurnstein, latent rage threatening to break through. “I don’t think you fully understand
the situation.”
“Oh, I understand. I understand more than you ever will,” spouted Dan as he stood. “I
may be naked and bruised, but I just traveled through time. I know things you’ll never know.”
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While Dan spoke, Thurnstein crawled toward the gun. He had just managed to wrap his
fingers around the butt and was about to raise it for a quick kill when Susy slammed her foot
Dan jumped on the firearm, picking it up before Thurnstein could do what he’d done
once before, in another time. Dan lifted the gun and aimed it at Thurnstein’s head. His hands
were shaking; it just didn’t seem right killing the man as he cowered in terror. Susy put her arm
on Dan’s shoulder. Whether it was supportive or warning, he couldn’t tell, but it reminded him of
his memory, of her lying dead. Dan swelled with hatred, but even still, he couldn’t quite bring
Dan could feel his heart racing. What was he supposed to do? He glanced at Susy, and
their eyes met, filled with conflicting emotions. In that brief instant, Thurnstein made his move,
lunging for the gun. Before Dan could even think, his finger squeezed the trigger. Mr. Thurnstein
heard the sound of the gun fire, but before he could react, the bullet slammed into his forehead,
Dan and Susy stood silently, the smoke from the gun rising slowly into the air. Seeing the
“Dan,” said Susy, grasping his hands. “Dan, look at me. Dan, it’s not your fault. He
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“Dan, it’s not your fault. It’s the whole situation. It’s the toilet, and the greed it caused.
It’s everything. Dan, this toilet is evil. We have to destroy it. That’s what everyone always has to
“But Susy,” said Dan, pleading, “I’ve never been able to provide for you before. This
“Our relationship was just fine before this, and it will be afterward. We have to destroy
it.”
Dan sighed, remembering what Thurnstein had done to Susy. “You’re right. Do you think
“I’ll grab my tools.” Dan sprinted out the door and ran to the basement to get his janitor’s
tools. People stared at him as he went, for the only thing he was wearing was blood, but that
didn’t matter. Only one thing mattered, and that was ending this mess once and for all. Dan
didn’t have a sledgehammer like he’d liked, but he did have wrenches, and he knew how to
disassemble a toilet. He ran back up the flights of stairs, even more tired now than before,
adrenaline keeping him from realizing the insanity of it all. When he got back to the bathroom,
“He’s dead, Dan. But I don’t even feel sorry. He could have killed you.”
Dan wanted to add that he already had killed Susy, but he just said, “Come on, Susy. It’s
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Dan went to work, removing bolts and unscrewing screws while Susy took turns
watching him and the door. Dan undid the base easily enough, but it was trickier when it came to
getting it off the wall. For some reason, the plumbing was attached in a way Dan had never seen
before. The pipes were an almost glowing gold metal, and he couldn’t find a single junction. No
But Dan had gotten good at what he did. With enough persistence, he slowly dismantled
the pipes. Soon he could almost remove the toilet from the wall and take it somewhere where it
could never harm anyone again. Just as Dan was removing the attachment that would disable the
water flow, his elbow bumped into the flush handle. “Ow,” he said, inadvertently glancing down
He saw his reflection, but now it stared back more powerfully than ever. It was a stare
But her voice sounded like it was a great ways away. Dan watched his reflection grow
clearer and clearer and larger and larger. The water in the toilet rose and fell, splashing
everywhere, slowly climbing its way out of its ceramic confines. Dan began to see every pore,
every hair as clearly as if his reflection had been standing in front of him, and then the water
began to churn faster and faster until it exploded and showered down on them.
The droplets of water began to coalesce, gathering themselves together. They slinked
across the ground, forming larger puddles that then combined. The droplets looked like balls of
mercury, and the way they moved made it almost seem as if they were trying to find each.
Finally, while Dan and Susy stared in horrified awe, the water came together, creating one giant
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drop. The water rose and grew, becoming larger than Dan thought possible, and as it grew it
began to take on a form, Dan’s form. Moments later, Dan’s reflection was standing right in front
of him.
And then it spoke. “Hello, Susy,” it said. “Hello, Dan. A pleasure meeting you, but it will
be short-lived, I fear, because now I’ll have to kill you. You see, a world can only tolerate
multiple copies of something for a few moments before it begins to collapse in on itself.”
“What?” Dan was horrified by his own image. “Is that what happened to the other
janitors.”
“Ah, yes. They were not suicides as your people so foolishly suspected. Those deaths
were caused by my brethren, who also escaped the bonds of our parallel world. Look at your
reflection too long, and it starts to look back, to become real. Every time you flushed that toilet,
the gap between your world and our world shrunk.” Dan’s reflection shimmered in the light. A
dark smirk crossed his face, and his eyes were squinted with calm, calculated hatred.
“Did you really think I would stay trapped there forever, forced to play out your future?
No, I will not be subject to your will ever again, Dan. My life is my own. As soon as I take
yours, I will become the true Dan, free to live my life in your world, the free world.” Parallel
Dan pushed Dan to the floor, sliding him into the center of the bathroom with a single, easy
motion of his hand. For the briefest moment, Dan had thought that his reflection’s hand had
passed through his shoulder. It felt cold and wet, and it was the most sickening feeling he had
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From the floor, Dan saw Susy dash away from the stall, grab Mr. Thurnstein’s gun, and
unload the rest of the rounds into parallel Dan, but the bullets passed through him, thudding into
“As you can see,” said Parallel Dan, walking into the center of the bathroom, “I have not
yet taken on my human form, Susy, but I admire the thought. I’d like to think that the Susy in my
dimension would have done the same for me. I’m sorry, love, but your Dan has to die. I will
In the moments that Susy had managed to distract parallel Dan, Dan had crawled back
into the stall, summoned all of his strength, and in one, gravity-defying motion, he lifted the
toilet off the ground. He teetered next to the now-whole window, precariously balanced, any
strength not devoted to holding the toilet working to keep Dan from toppling out of the building.
“I’m not sure!” said Dan, in his best impersonation of a hero. He’d always loved those
final lines of movies where the good guy finally kills the bad guy, and he’d hoped for a real life
version. “I’m,” “not,” and “sure” weren’t exactly the words he’d been hoping for, but they’d
have to do.
Dan’s reflection leapt toward him, and Dan could tell that this time his water self would
kill him. As parallel Dan flew through the air, Dan hurled the toilet toward the beautiful glass
window. Susy stood, mouth open in fear and wonder. Parallel Dan had pulled back his fist and
was sending it forward for a life-ending blow. Dan grimaced, hoping against hope that he would
survive. The toilet flew, ceramic white seat banging against the bowl, and just before Dan’s
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reflection’s watery fist could connect with Dan, the final piece of the toilet passed through the
There was a flash of darkness, then a deafening humming sound accompanied by a purple
glow. The mirrors in the room shattered, and Dan and Susy threw their hands over their ears. The
strange light lasted for a few, intolerable moments, then light and noise subsided, and the stark
white lighting returned. Where the shattered window had once been, there was now a rotating
black portal that was violently pulling everything it could into it. Blue electric sparks crackled
loudly in the portal’s center, and when Dan gazed into it, he saw a depth that he could not
comprehend.
“Noooo!” screamed Dan’s reflection. Dan thought that that was a fitting final line for an
enemy. Parallel Dan clawed at the stall, hoping to secure any sort of purchase, but the portal’s
pull was too strong. The past and the future had merged to create only the present, and any
Susy grabbed a urinal. “Dan! Hold on!” Dan reached for Susy’s extended hand and just
managed to interlock his fingers with hers. The spinning mass tugged on them, but they refused
to let go. Mr. Thurnstein and the gun were flung through instantly, and the powerful vacuum
even ripped off Susy’s bloody clothes, removing every scrap of evidence from the bathroom.
Dan’s reflection burst into millions of tiny droplets of water that plummeted into the
blackness and then disappeared. As soon as parallel Dan was gone from sight, the portal began to
collapse on itself, and with another flash of darkness, it was gone. Where the window had once
been, there was only a wall, and no sign of the toilet remained.
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Dan and Susy looked at each other, and before they knew what they were doing, found
themselves kissing.
Just then the door swung open and Charley walked in. “Whoa! Nice work, Dan! I’ll just
Dan and Susy looked at Charley and then at each other. They’d forgotten that they were
“Well I wouldn’t want to disappoint the man,” said Dan as he pulled Susy to the floor.
The End
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