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001 ♦ Jesse Finch ♦ Audio
So I've got three guesses as to what this is right now. [ The voice that comes through the communicator is quiet and calm. The undertone to this voice, however, is not at all -- there's a hint of panic and a whole lot of anger underneath. ] One, I traveled back in time to land in some Twilight Zone-Silent Hill bullshit. Two, I've finally cracked and I've gone insane, which, y'know, could be worse, my brain coulda put me in somewhere much more terrifying than a room with a camera -- or three, I'm dreaming. [ Which is what he's afraid of. There's a beat, and then the sound of a lighter being flicked on, a cigarette being lit. ]
Watch, m'just talking to myself. I don't even know if anybody's out there. [ It's been an hour and he hasn't seen anybody yet, after all, though to be fair he hasn't gone very far. He's waiting. Come get him, nightmare. He's not scared of you. ]
Watch, m'just talking to myself. I don't even know if anybody's out there. [ It's been an hour and he hasn't seen anybody yet, after all, though to be fair he hasn't gone very far. He's waiting. Come get him, nightmare. He's not scared of you. ]
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As it is she's just on audio, and she has to clear her throat rather pointedly instead. ]
No, I haven't heard of 'Twilight Zone'. Is that relevant?
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I mean, maybe it is relevant. Other dimensions swallowing you up and pulling you through, that kinda thing.
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Quite a similar thing seems to be happening here, you're right. What exactly is Twilight Zone? Perhaps it could help her escape.
[ Shut up Jesse they didn't even have Twilight Zone in the 1940s. ]
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