The Man Who Remembered Tomorrow

Prologue: The Prediction

BBC News Report - June 12, 2023

"Flight 814 disappearance remains aviation's greatest mystery. Despite debris field confirmation, no black box has been recovered..."

The first time it happened, Daniel Carter was seven years old.

He woke screaming from a nightmare about his teacher's house burning down. When his mother called Mrs. Whelan, the line was busy—fire trucks were already roaring down her street.

By twenty-eight, Daniel had learned to keep his "episodes" to himself. The visions came randomly—glimpses of tomorrow's stock prices, fragments of conversations not yet spoken. But the premonition about Flight 814 was different.

It didn't feel like a warning.

It felt like a summons.

Chapter 1: The Boarding Pass

TSA Incident Report - Case #227-45

"Passenger Daniel Carter (28) exhibited elevated heart rate (142 bpm) during screening. Claimed 'nervous flier' status. Released after secondary inspection."

The airport gate buzzed with ordinary chaos when Daniel arrived for Flight 227—the same flight number from his vision, just one day later. Same crying baby. Same businessman arguing about carry-ons. Same TSA agent confiscating sunscreen.

"You alright, sir?" the attendant asked as he handed over his boarding pass.

"Just déjà vu," he lied.

How could he explain he'd already seen the exact rust pattern on the wing? That he knew the man in 12B would die clutching his wife's hand? That the digital clock above Gate B7 would freeze at 2:16 PM for exactly 11 seconds before impact?

And most terrifying—that his vision had shown him surviving?

Chapter 2: The Chrononauts

Declassified DARPA Memo - Project Looking Glass

"Temporal displacement subjects report 'hourglass-marked handlers' in void space. Recommend immediate termination of..." [REDACTED]

Lina was already in 14F when Daniel boarded.

He knew her name before she spoke. Knew she'd be the last thing he saw before impact. Knew the way her dark hair would whip across her face as the cabin tore apart.

"You're sweating," she observed, handing him a napkin.

When he mentioned his premonition, Lina's fingers went to her wrist—where an hourglass birthmark pulsed faintly blue.

"I'm a Chrononaut," she whispered. "We police the timeline. And you, Daniel Carter, weren't supposed to survive Flight 814."

Outside the window, the engine coughed.

Right on schedule.

Chapter 3: The Crash

NTSB Preliminary Report - Flight 227

"Cockpit voice recorder contains 37 seconds of unidentified whispering prior to..."

2:16 PM. The oxygen masks dropped.

Daniel watched it unfold exactly as foreseen—the three flickers before total electrical failure, the way Seat 8C would rupture first. When the plane pitched downward, Lina grabbed his hand.

"The Delay isn't salvation," she shouted over screaming metal. "It's a trap! The Time Eaters—"

A suitcase slammed into Daniel's temple—

—and the world dissolved into white static.

Chapter 4: The Time Eaters

Wikileaks Document - Black Budget Projects

"Temporal entities ('Eaters') harvest displaced consciousness at fracture points. Recommend..." [CLASSIFIED]

The void between seconds smelled like ozone and burnt hair.

Lina floated beside Daniel in the white expanse, her birthmark now glowing crimson. All around them, translucent figures drifted—some flickering like damaged film, others screaming soundlessly.

"Welcome to your new eternity," Lina spat. "The Time Eaters keep us here until they're hungry."

Beyond the white, something vast shifted. Daniel's vision doubled as he saw it—a colossal being composed of writhing clock hands and screaming faces.

"They're coming," Lina whispered as the hourglass on her wrist began draining. "First they'll make you relive the crash. Then they'll—"

The entity's maw opened.

And the screaming began.

Epilogue: The Next Flight

Security Footage Transcript - Logan Airport

2:13 PM: Subject Carter purchases coffee. 2:15 PM: Boards Flight 919. 2:17 PM: Seen laughing with unidentified female passenger prior to...

They never found Daniel's body.

But if you listen to the enhanced cockpit recording from Flight 919, you can hear it—the exact moment reality tore.

First: the captain shouting "Mayday!"

Then: a wet, clicking chorus.

And finally, Daniel's voice, now layered with something ancient:

"I remember all my tomorrows now."