The year is 1954, a slightly younger version of Ed is reading a paper at a cafe. Three men in trench coats walk into the cafe. Ed looks up at them.

“Is it time already, has it been a week? Please let me stay here, I won’t tell anyone.”

The head trench coat speaks up. “Ed a deal is a deal. We gave you a week in beautiful 1954 and now you need to come with us and do your part, when you’re done, right back here you’ll come.”

Ed shakes his head, without a fight he leaves with the men.

Now outside Ed smiles as he gets his last few minutes of what he called “the purest years of all time” a tear forms in the corner of his eye, deep down he knows he’ll never be back.