Confession I
[Action 1: Inside 1647 Albright Lane]
[Alessandro wasn't sure how to deal with the situation, it was completely out of his scope of comprehension. He had been in his room, he was at the Papal mansion, how could anyone have kidnapped him? And even if he had been kidnapped, what sort of place was this? The room was strange, the things in the room were strange, it was like something out of an ancient book. Where was he exactly?
It took him hours to dare leave that room but when he found it wasn't locked he couldn't think of anything else to do. If only he could find someone....]
H-hello?
[Phone]
[A telephone, he knew what that was, though he wasn't sure how useful it would be since he wasn't even sure where he was. So many places didn't have proper lines, that was why radio and other communication devices were generally preferred, but it was worth a try.]
O-Operator?
[There's a long pause, there's no response. Perhaps the phone was dead after all. He could just cry!]
P-please... S-someone, please hear me. I n-need to be p-patched to Rome. A-anyone? Someone? P-please... I d-don't know where I am....
[The rather frightened and stressed voice starts to cry]
[Action 2: outside 1647 Albright Lane]
[There is a very lost young boy, he seems incredibly scared and nervous and could keel over from a strong breeze any moment. He's wearing the usual Mayfield fair, only he seems to not be overly uncomfortable with a bow tie on.
While he's looking around the porch area a drone walking down the street raises a hand and greets him with his fake name. Awkwardly Alessandro nods his head but seems even more unsure than before.]
D-did I die and go to p-purgatory...?
[Alessandro wasn't sure how to deal with the situation, it was completely out of his scope of comprehension. He had been in his room, he was at the Papal mansion, how could anyone have kidnapped him? And even if he had been kidnapped, what sort of place was this? The room was strange, the things in the room were strange, it was like something out of an ancient book. Where was he exactly?
It took him hours to dare leave that room but when he found it wasn't locked he couldn't think of anything else to do. If only he could find someone....]
H-hello?
[Phone]
[A telephone, he knew what that was, though he wasn't sure how useful it would be since he wasn't even sure where he was. So many places didn't have proper lines, that was why radio and other communication devices were generally preferred, but it was worth a try.]
O-Operator?
[There's a long pause, there's no response. Perhaps the phone was dead after all. He could just cry!]
P-please... S-someone, please hear me. I n-need to be p-patched to Rome. A-anyone? Someone? P-please... I d-don't know where I am....
[The rather frightened and stressed voice starts to cry]
[Action 2: outside 1647 Albright Lane]
[There is a very lost young boy, he seems incredibly scared and nervous and could keel over from a strong breeze any moment. He's wearing the usual Mayfield fair, only he seems to not be overly uncomfortable with a bow tie on.
While he's looking around the porch area a drone walking down the street raises a hand and greets him with his fake name. Awkwardly Alessandro nods his head but seems even more unsure than before.]
D-did I die and go to p-purgatory...?