sixteenth burn
[have lots of loud noises as Michael stomps into his room and slams the door shut, then angrily paces a bit. He picks up his journal, thinking he might write in it, but instead throws it at the door. Hard.
He sits on the bed and covers his face with a pillow to yell into it, then sets the pillow aside. After he's had time to mellow some, he gets up and crosses the room for his journal - which has been on the floor open since it's flight - and writes.]
Sam Axe is gone.
.private
I don't mind the wild west. I don't mind weird psycho killers. I don't mind Halloween coming to life. This psychotic castle can throw whatever it wants at me...
but taking away Fiona and Sam, both, is going too far.
Send me home.
NOW.
private.
He sits on the bed and covers his face with a pillow to yell into it, then sets the pillow aside. After he's had time to mellow some, he gets up and crosses the room for his journal - which has been on the floor open since it's flight - and writes.]
Sam Axe is gone.
.private
I don't mind the wild west. I don't mind weird psycho killers. I don't mind Halloween coming to life. This psychotic castle can throw whatever it wants at me...
but taking away Fiona and Sam, both, is going too far.
Send me home.
NOW.
private.