AFTERLIGHT: Don’t Trust the First Memory

[suspenseful music] [sirens wailing] [train passing] [device beeping] You hear that? Hear what? [device beeping] [door banging] Do not open that door! [gasps] Eight seconds. What? We lost eight seconds. [device beeping] [sirens wailing] Danger. Flash. Good night. Fresh major MTA signal fires. Reporting time. [chattering on radio] [suspenseful music] I didn't draw this. Manhattan, Brooklyn, parts of Queens, and New Jersey. [chattering on radio] Power failure? No. EMP? No. Satellite event? Nothing supports it. Nothing supports it. [suspenseful music] [glass breaking] No. I didn't build this. [device beeping] [door opening] How do I know that? [alarm ringing] Killer Brown, stop! Don't open it. [gasps] Who the hell are you? I know you. No, you don't. I watched you die. Funny. I've seen you dead too. [screams] [device beeping] [door opening] You know that door. I've seen it before. Where? The night you died. Then stay behind me. [door opening] [door shutting] That room. What about it? I remember standing inside. You've never been here. Neither have you. Apparently, we have. You both recognize this place. I remember it. From where? I don't know. I remember someone dying here. What exactly did you see? This place. Someone dying. I saw thousands die because of an order I gave. Then none of us came here by accident. Someone's been following us. It's mine. You wrote it? No. Don't trust the first memory. [paper rustling] These are our locations. From tonight? Before any of us came here. Someone knew where we'd be. And knew we'd end up here. Then this wasn't an accident. Nobody touch anything. You know what this place is? I remember what it becomes. Maya Voss. Noah Ramsez. Lena Ortiz. Elias Vial. [door shutting] Killer Brown. Door's dead. Who's speaking? I am. 72 hours. Three days. This isn't a recording. How do you know? Because none of this has happened yet. Then we have three days. That sounded what? Correction. It has happened. Just not to you. That's impossible. Noah. [screaming] My memory changed. What did you see? One of us kills another. Did you see who did it? No. Who dies? I couldn't tell. Then we don't turn on each other. [object clattering] No. What? That's the same countdown. Countdown to what? [whooshing] [door banging] Razan Shamoon. There has to be another way out. There isn't one. Then what happens at zero? In your memory, what came next? I woke up alone. Alone where? Here. [suspenseful music] Nobody move. Why? Because I remember us moving. And? That's when everything went wrong. [device beeping] Eight. This is where you begin remembering the truth. [static] Memory updated. [heart beating]