Seth wavers for several moments, unsure what to do. He's still not sure what the actual threat is. What there is to be safe from. And if he feels like Johnny needs his help. He looks as if he's having a mental breakdown. But the second time Johnny tells him to go, and decides to trust that he knows best for now.
He steps through the door, into a surprisingly pleasant hallway. What now? He realises suddenly that there's still a page inside his shoe, so he bends down and pulls it out, looking at it before he can think to do otherwise.
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...Time has accelerated and I've done nothing to mark its passage. Yesterday seemed like the beginning of July but somehow today finds me mid-way through August. When I went to work everyone got incredibly uncomfortable and drifted away. My boss looked stunned. He finally asked me what I was doing and I just shrugged and told him I was about to start building needles.
“Johnny, are you alright?” he said in a very sincere and concerned tone, without even a note of sarcasm, which was probably the weirdest part.
“Sort of, I guess,” I replied.
“I had to hire someone else, Johnny,” he said very quietly, pointing over to a young blonde woman already in the process of cleaning out the back storeroom. “You've been gone for three weeks.”
I heard myself mutter “I have?” even though I knew I'd been away, just hadn't seemed that long, but of course it had been that long, I just hadn't been able to make it in or even call. I hadn't been able to make it anywhere for that matter and I pretty much kept my phone unplugged.
“I'm so sorry,” I blurted, suddenly feeling very bad
Seth stares at the page in his hand. This seems like too much of a coincidence. A book about Johnny? By Johnny? It seems unlikely that Johnny would care so much if it was unrelated to him, after all.
He bites his lip and looks at the door, stuffing the page in his back pocket. He's regretting leaving Johnny in there, he probably shouldn't be alone in the state he's in. He draws a breath and steps through the door again.
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He steps through the door, into a surprisingly pleasant hallway. What now? He realises suddenly that there's still a page inside his shoe, so he bends down and pulls it out, looking at it before he can think to do otherwise.
-ps...
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...Time has accelerated and I've done nothing to mark its passage. Yesterday seemed like the beginning of July but somehow today finds me mid-way through August. When I went to work everyone got incredibly uncomfortable and drifted away. My boss looked stunned. He finally asked me what I was doing and I just shrugged and told him I was about to start building needles.
“Johnny, are you alright?” he said in a very sincere and concerned tone, without even a note of sarcasm, which was probably the weirdest part.
“Sort of, I guess,” I replied.
“I had to hire someone else, Johnny,” he said very quietly, pointing over to a young blonde woman already in the process of cleaning out the back storeroom. “You've been gone for three weeks.”
I heard myself mutter “I have?” even though I knew I'd been away, just hadn't seemed that long, but of course it had been that long, I just hadn't been able to make it in or even call. I hadn't been able to make it anywhere for that matter and I pretty much kept my phone unplugged.
“I'm so sorry,” I blurted, suddenly feeling very bad
Seth stares at the page in his hand. This seems like too much of a coincidence. A book about Johnny? By Johnny? It seems unlikely that Johnny would care so much if it was unrelated to him, after all.
He bites his lip and looks at the door, stuffing the page in his back pocket. He's regretting leaving Johnny in there, he probably shouldn't be alone in the state he's in. He draws a breath and steps through the door again.