【 六 】 ａ ｍａｔｔｅｒ ｏｆ ｍｉｓｅｒａｂｌｅ ｔｉｍｅ
[ A. In the morning, anybody who enters 1245 Williams Road will find that Japan has disappeared somewhere- and that under the Christmas tree, there is small package with a note attached to it, which looks like the one who opened it did it in quite a hurry. He is alone in the bedroom, sitting in a corner, listening to a certain tape recorder, over and over and over again. Whenever he hears a scream, he pauses the tape just for a moment and takes a deep breath- before clicking 'play' again and continuing to listen. On the floor lie a large number of wrapped-up-gifts he meant to give everyone. Whoever approaches the bedroom door will be able to hear the tape, as well- although the words are difficult to discern.
B. Later during the day, a phone call. It is supposed to be filtered to certain nations, but due to his current emotional state, it ends up being public. At first, there is nothing but the sound of his breathing, before he begins to speak in a hushed, weakened tone of voice. ]
...It will be foolish of me to ask of you all to forgive me. But, at least, I would like for you to know that this- this is certainly not what I asked for. It was not my intention for this to be done to you at all. And.... that I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-.....
[ He trails off; his voice fades. His grip on the phone is tight, and when he speaks again, he switches to his normal tone of voice- as normal as he can manage. ]
1245 WIlliams Road. My address. Please come over if you are still ready to accept Christmas gifts from me. And... Merry Christmas, everyone... I suppose.
[ and at this, he hangs up immediately. ]
B. Later during the day, a phone call. It is supposed to be filtered to certain nations, but due to his current emotional state, it ends up being public. At first, there is nothing but the sound of his breathing, before he begins to speak in a hushed, weakened tone of voice. ]
...It will be foolish of me to ask of you all to forgive me. But, at least, I would like for you to know that this- this is certainly not what I asked for. It was not my intention for this to be done to you at all. And.... that I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-.....
[ He trails off; his voice fades. His grip on the phone is tight, and when he speaks again, he switches to his normal tone of voice- as normal as he can manage. ]
1245 WIlliams Road. My address. Please come over if you are still ready to accept Christmas gifts from me. And... Merry Christmas, everyone... I suppose.
[ and at this, he hangs up immediately. ]