I held the film canister in my hands. I saw her name written across it in big letters, followed by the title.
It was a time capsule, moments snatched from times gone by, from a past that I hoped could also be our future. It was my salvation -- our salvation, our chance to be together. A tin can with a bit of magic in it that she didn't even know about, something I could put to good use.
There were only moments left before I had to face him.
American Nightmare Manuscript: Alice's Film
