Escaping Denver, batch 4, episode 4, the offer. I've been cooped up, well, here for too long.

Going a little stir-creasy, not for lack of anything tangible.

I mean, I have food.

I have the basics for personal hygiene. I even have a Game boy. Only two games, but, you know, still. I miss people. I'm an introvert through and through, but I've never lived in the complete absence of people. It's only been 10 days and it feels like it's been an eternity. And I finally figured out why.

It's the recordings.

My only form of communication, human interaction comes from two people going through trauma and I can only respond to literally everyone in the world but them.

And it isn't even in real time. I am living with a lag. I feel delayed.

Noah is still living through what I'm calling the mind-fuckery stage of his torture.

Sarah is trying to pet a mermaid, and Tunnel Tarzan just re-entered the game.

Excuse my pun, but we have a lot to get to.

So let's dive in.

Maybe if I splash the water, it'll come closer to the surface.

I won't put my hand in, but I can be quick.

I'd only do that if you want to lose your hand too.

Where the fuck, how did you get in here?

I was here before you were.

The whole time? Just what?

Watching me talk to myself? No, I was here before you were. The whole time? Just, what? Watching me talk to myself?

No, I was watching them.

Standing in the shadows above the balcony door and you stomped in beneath me.

I snuck in?

You strolled in, talking to yourself.

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