My Future Self

Ethan: Ethan, it’s me. You. From the future.

Ethan: Listen carefully. This is life or death.

Ethan: LOL okay, who put you up to this?

Ethan: Seriously, who is this?

Ethan: Not a joke.

Ethan: You’re home, gray pajamas, half-eaten pizza, watching Netflix.

Ethan: You just looked at the window.

Ethan: ...

Ethan: WTF, how do you know that?

Ethan: Because I’m you. Listen—

Ethan: You’re in danger. Someone’s coming up the stairs right now.

Ethan: WHAT?

Ethan: Who??

Ethan: Check the news. Search: 'Downtown Slasher.'

Ethan: Googling it now...

Ethan: Holy shit... those three victims this week...

Ethan: You’re saying he’s HERE??

Ethan: Yes. He’s in your building. Floor by floor.

Ethan: You have 3 minutes. Do EXACTLY what I say.

Ethan: No way...

Ethan: You’re messing with me.

Ethan: Go to the kitchen NOW and lock the door.

Ethan: Dead silence.

Ethan: Going.

Ethan: Okay… I’m in.