It is July, 1959, and I am in love.
That's great.
- You can pick it up tomorrow. - Okay.
- Seventy-five cents. - Okay, thank you.
Thank you.
Gosh, Jon, I wish he gave us a little notice. I'm sure I made a face.
Oh, no, no. I'm sure that you'll look beautiful.
Her name is Janey Slater.
She is a physicist, like me.
I am 30 years old.
We were introduced by a good friend of mine from college, Wally Weaver.
It is February 12th, 1981.
Wally dies of cancer, of which they now say I am the cause.
That night, Janey and I make love for the first time.
A month from now, the accident awaits me.
Oh, I'll catch up with you guys. I think I left my watch inside.
Hey. Let's just wait a second.
I cross the room to the Intrinsic Field Center. I find my watch.
When I get to the door...
...Wally is turning white.
The program's locked in. We can't override the time lock.
I am terrified.
Jon?
I'm sorry, Jon...
...but I can't...
Janey, don't leave me!
Don't leave me!
It is May 12th, 1959, when I'm introduced to Janey.
She buys me a beer...
...the first time a woman has done this for me.
As she passes me the cold, perspiring glass...
...our fingers touch.
Yes, Jon, good.
Now it's just a question of reassembling the components in the correct sequence.
I feel fear...
...for the last time.
A token funeral is held.
There is nothing to bury.
Janey frames the snapshot.
It's the only photograph of me anyone has.
A circulatory system is seen by the perimeter fence.
A few days later...
...a partially muscled skeleton stands in a hallway...
...and screams for a moment before vanishing.
Oh, God.
Jon?
Is that you?
Nations around the world reeling from this morning's announcement...
...possibly the most significant event in recent history.
We repeat, the superman exists, and he is American.