RE: Four.
07-06-2017, 12:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-21-2017, 07:56 AM by Tuesbirdy.)
Aubrey takes stock of her surroundings.
She has no idea where she is, nor why the world crackles with static, but it bothers her.
It bothers her immensely.
AUBREY
"...The floor is newspaper."
"This is not where I wanted to be."
AUBREY
"Do you think this is a safe place to
talk? Something about the white noise...
I feel like we're being
watched, even though that's probably
not true."