Cobb hasn't been terribly perturbed by the disappearances: he's used to people vanishing rather suddenly from a dream or getting jolted awake from one. He's surprised (if this is a dream) that the kick hasn't come sooner. But still: he was enjoying that chat with the 18th century French lady, and that even deeper conversation with the mysterious dark gentleman he met in the library
He's currently in the kitchen, where the light has inexplicably burned out of a sudden, and he's striking wooden matches from a box he found, as he tries to maneuver it in the darkness....
He looks around, trying to find the source of that voice, and the flame fizzes against his fingertips. He drops the match, which goes out as it hits the tiles. He curses under his breath and strikes another match, the sulphur reeking in his nostrils and the flame casting a small circle of light that only seems to throw the shadows into high relief.
"Who's there?" he demands, his gaze darting about.
"Very funny, very funny. I think I saw this in a movie," he mutters, dropping the dead match to the tiles and striking another one, holding it higher this time.
This time he drops the match on himself. He curses creatively, flailing at the front of his shirt for several long moments, trying to make sure he can't feel anything hot. "You can come out now and help me find a damn *light bulb*," he snaps.
"What the hell?" he mutters, fumbling at his chest. Giving up after a moment, he digs out another match and strikes it on ten box several times, with no luck. At one point, he'll feel the match head flick off into the dark. "Someone jinx the matches now?" he snarls.
He recoils from the knob, stifling a low growl of disgust. "Could it get any more sophomoric," he mutters. He'll try and kick the door open, but it will likely resist him.
He's currently in the kitchen, where the light has inexplicably burned out of a sudden, and he's striking wooden matches from a box he found, as he tries to maneuver it in the darkness....
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It's no use. You will never wake up to a level higher than this one.
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"Who's there?" he demands, his gaze darting about.
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Then, the match goes out.
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Just enough to startle Cobb into dropping that match, perhaps.
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Resounding silence is the only answer he supplies.
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Not that it's going to be an easy trip...
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It's all going to be in his head, though.
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For a moment after that, all seems normal.
Morgoth is throwing him to the wolves.
It seemed like a good transition - does that work for you?
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"Got any more early Halloween tricks planned for me?" he pants.
Hee, perfect place for a transition!!
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Aaaand FTB. ^^
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