She was entranced. A midnight phone call. A piece of string. A carton box. A cassette tape. She solved the puzzles, one by one. The clues led her to him. She sat down in the cafe, his table empty. He returned. She thought all he did was out of love. Turned out it was only a little experiment of his. Why me? she asked. He hesitated and pondered the question. I don't know. She was hurt. It was only her imagination. A mistake not uncommon among girls. She ran away. Suddenly it dawned on him – why she came, why she willingly took the bait, more importantly, why he chose her to be the object of his little experiment. They were drawn to each other. He went after her. But she was nowhere to be seen. He climbed atop a car and looked around. She hid herself behind a gate and watched him panic. A smile crept up her face.
…the questions that are central to the film: is there such a thing as free will, or is it up to a creator of some kind, or is it just a matter of chance that one acts and thinks as one does?
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