13.
[ The first thing the intercom picks up is a laugh. Not exactly a happy noise; amused, certainly, but dark. When she finally speaks, she sounds rather weary, though she can't seem to stop laughing just yet. ]
Which one's a dream, now? It's not fair if you wake up from a nightmare in a nightmare. So, which one is it?
Did they kill you, or me?
They just ripped us apart, Allen-
Why can't you play another song for us, after all of this?
[ More laughter, cut off rather abruptly by a sharp sound of pain as she tries to shift something. There's a long silence, punctuated by some heavy breathing as she starts to realize something. ]
Both of my- my hands--
[ And the laugh again, though higher pitched. It sounds nervous, scared. ]
I can't move my arm.
Which one's a dream, now? It's not fair if you wake up from a nightmare in a nightmare. So, which one is it?
Did they kill you, or me?
They just ripped us apart, Allen-
Why can't you play another song for us, after all of this?
[ More laughter, cut off rather abruptly by a sharp sound of pain as she tries to shift something. There's a long silence, punctuated by some heavy breathing as she starts to realize something. ]
Both of my- my hands--
[ And the laugh again, though higher pitched. It sounds nervous, scared. ]
I can't move my arm.