Where it all started. Where he one day found himself, lost in this town and its crazy trials. For a moment he's almost hopeful – it started here, maybe this is where it will end? He woke up here, maybe this is where he will go to sleep and then he'll be back at the hospital and all of this will have been nothing but a feverish dream?
But there's a part of him that knows, fears, dreads that he won't be so lucky.
Carter stops at the mirror with the writing, the words sending a shiver down his spine. He hasn't forgotten the shadowy figures, nor his ill-advised ritual or the strange dreams that had followed.]
You're still here, huh?
[Should he try to contact them again? Get some of the others for a seance? In the end he lights a candle, remembering how last time the shadows had been drawn to the light. Trying to be respectful. Placative.]
I really wish you would talk to us. If there's anything you want from us.
ii. Out and About
[He's been feeling strange all morning but it just gets worse as the day progresses.
It starts with Liz not being at the clinic. With Hardison and his friends not being at the house when he wants to drop by to check on Eliot's mental state. Carter soon wanders the streets, knocks on doors, checks different houses but the village – improbably as it is – feels even emptier than usually.
There's a growing sense of dread, panic almost, a diffuse fear of being left behind, of being the only one left in this hellhole. So when he finally comes across someone he waves at them with visible relief.]
Hey! Do you know if there's-- is there a meeting taking place somewhere? Where is everybody?
Day 63 - OTA
[Oh great. It's this place again.
Where it all started. Where he one day found himself, lost in this town and its crazy trials. For a moment he's almost hopeful – it started here, maybe this is where it will end? He woke up here, maybe this is where he will go to sleep and then he'll be back at the hospital and all of this will have been nothing but a feverish dream?
But there's a part of him that knows, fears, dreads that he won't be so lucky.
Carter stops at the mirror with the writing, the words sending a shiver down his spine. He hasn't forgotten the shadowy figures, nor his ill-advised ritual or the strange dreams that had followed.]
You're still here, huh?
[Should he try to contact them again? Get some of the others for a seance? In the end he lights a candle, remembering how last time the shadows had been drawn to the light. Trying to be respectful. Placative.]
I really wish you would talk to us. If there's anything you want from us.
ii. Out and About
[He's been feeling strange all morning but it just gets worse as the day progresses.
It starts with Liz not being at the clinic. With Hardison and his friends not being at the house when he wants to drop by to check on Eliot's mental state. Carter soon wanders the streets, knocks on doors, checks different houses but the village – improbably as it is – feels even emptier than usually.
There's a growing sense of dread, panic almost, a diffuse fear of being left behind, of being the only one left in this hellhole. So when he finally comes across someone he waves at them with visible relief.]
Hey! Do you know if there's-- is there a meeting taking place somewhere? Where is everybody?