James survives the apocalypse and dedicates the remainder of his life to reorganizing society around one purpose: developing the means to travel through time and space. Though James is driven by a desire to go back and rescue Tallulah, he faces pressure from the Writer--who has the ulterior motive of telling a good story--to go back and prevent the apocalypse.
You forget the way
Your hands start to shake
When you're alone and you know
You can't reach the phone
There's far too much light
For you to see, oh please.
You never did take my advice.
Right there, you should've told me that I couldn't save you.
Come quick I need you to see this.
Open your eyes, there's a map inside my head
And I know that you're not a ghost
I know you'll find your way home
Right there, I could've told you that I wanted to save you.
But I couldn't save you
Not like I wanted to.
The formlessness won't make the content bleed
So please, Just let me sleep.
My God, just let me sleep.
You're not a God,
You're a man with a pen,
So fix your own mess.
You're not a god, Tallulah, I'm coming home.