Miller sings (to himself):
2048 numbers might say where my buddy was sent.
Shame no-one around here can read it. Guess I’ll figure it out for myself.

He studies the huge wall of numbers.

Let's say that this represents more than one journey. Many locations perhaps.
Find some numbers that look like coordinates here, something that reads like a map.
No clues and no leads, no index, no code.
Come on buddy, where are you in here?

Man, I could do with a drink…

A clock ticks in time to the music.

Time. Hours, Minutes and seconds, numbers below 235959,
Perhaps in a sequence, repeating… let’s see, here… and here… yes, there’s a time every 29 numbers. This isn’t random at all.
But not in order, not ascending, not descending, no even durations.
Disordered time reference, then 29 digits, again and again.
Ok, another pattern. Before every time is a 1 or a 0, followed then by 4 figures it seems,
binary, on or off, could it mean minus and plus. The 4 figures… number of days perhaps? Time ahead, time behind, days from the origin point, 23, 59, 59.
That leaves 24 numbers for each given time.
Not astro coordinates, not 24 orders,
not smallest semi prime, not Penholodigital, not Semi Meandric, smaller components.
Two 12s, three 8s, old paper maps gave 10-metre lines as 8 figure codes.
Three 8s, three positions, three dimensional space and a time.
Am I looking at spatial coordinates on Earth in positive and negative time?
Places in the future and the past. Spread out from a point, a four dimensional explosion.
The accident, where it began.
If I find the last place given here - I find my friend.

Violet:
“2048 numbers, Miller. What do you reckon?”

Miller:
“Violet, I’m gonna need you to do something for me. I need you to kill me.”

Violet:
“...oh boy.”

Miller:
“Just for a second. You have to kill me, then resuscitate me straight away. Isn’t that the only way to deactivate a biotrace, being dead? So hook me up to the ECG System there, you can administer a lethal shock, put me into cardiac arrest, then revive me and why are you looking at me like that?”

Violet:
“Explain?”

Miller:
“I reckon I know where Jonah is.”

Violet:
“Are you serious?”

Miller:
“Or at least where he ended up.”

He types.

Miller:
“If I convert to degrees... 75… 34... points to… Near Delaware, USA. These numbers are unbracketed 4D coordinates, different locations on Earth before and after the accident, journeys, places and moments spread out in time like a bell-curve, with the initial moment Jonah vanished as zero origin. The last location listed is Delaware, but, without knowing which is positive or negative, I can’t tell if he wound up in the past or the future from the incident.”

Violet:
“He time-travelled? We have to try to find him. Time-travel might explain my dead body showing up here.”

Miller:
“If me and my big mouth leave here, Fiennes will have me killed and I only want to die once today. So - you have to break my bio trace, get me off-grid. Then I need to setup a few things and then we can get out of here.”

Violet:
“I’ll stay. I can stall things here, throw them off while you’re gone. I better be right in trusting you alone Mister: no drugs, no gambling.”

Miller:
“I promise. Now kill me already… Oh and - don’t forget to bring me back, yeah?”

We hear electricity charging, increasing and then a brief, painful yelp before absolute silence for several seconds…

Then we hear a Professor’s study from years before, pendulum clock, pitch sport being played in the background. A younger Miller knocks on the door and enters the room…

Professor Deane:
“McKee? Tell me this letter is one of your bad jokes.”


Miller:
“No, it’s real Professor, you can cancel your suicide trip to Switzerland, cos I am out of your hair, I quit.”

Prof:
“Oh McKee… you’re exasperating. For once, can you be prudent? Don’t leave without finishing your PHD. You know you have unique abilities, don’t squander them. That knowledge, that fuzzy logic, your mathematics is ground-breaking. You owe it to the world to use it properly, make a difference.”

Miller:
“What, like, wobbling the stock market, designing horse toothbrushes, that kind of thing?”

Prof:
“It’s precious, what you have. A precious thing you store under a tequila shot glass. You could make a valuable contribution to mankind with it. Solve its mysteries, where are neutrinos coming from, how do we reconcile dark energy, what is the origin of life? Do something important, Miller.”

Miller:
“Yeah, I know, I will. It’s definitely on my To Do list.”

Prof:
“Promise me that when it’s time, you will recognise your potential.”

Miller:
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”