Escaping Denver, Episode 3, The Whistle. Change of scenery.

They say to support local art, but local art is why I can't record in my usual spot today.

So in true conspiracy theorist fashion, this episode is coming to you from the rooftop of my building.

Once a month my neighbor hosts his all men's choir for a social that inevitably devolves into drunk covers.

Hence the roof.

Hold on.

And it's only 4 p.m.

So let's get into it.

I'm back and forth on how best to present the next series of messages. Noah and Sarah are separated once again, presumably miles below the Denver

International Airport, so it's tough to tell which messages go where. Temporally, it's hard to

line them up.

Where we left off, they had fled the eyeless dog things by climbing into a vent they found in the office they barricaded themselves in.

Out of the blue, a wall shifts and separated them in the vent.

This has to be proof that someone is testing them, right?

Like going in an event was inevitable,

even though it felt like free choice.

And what about after they got into the vent?

I mean, sure, vents can be sectioned off

for all sorts of recents but immediately heating up.

That's a movie bullshit.

They're being toyed with.

Like a cat who knows it has its kill.

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