Johnny shakes his head distractedly. "I have to stay here," he says. "You go, get out. Get somewhere safe. You'll be fine." He ives Seth a little nudge toward the door and turns back, surveying the sprawl of his life. He crouches down and starts pulling up pages like weeds. Some of them are nailed to the floor. He picks one up that just says "screen" in the middle, and nothing more, and crumples it up angrily. His hands are bleeding a little, he realizes. Too many paper cuts. He didn't even notice.

Seth's still behind him. He turns his head to the side without looking. "Go," he snaps.