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[It's been a quiet night, hasn't it?
There's only a small break in that silence hanging over the asylum, now -- the soft, metal creak and scratch of a door being opened. Slowly. No footsteps come with it. Finally, though, there's a boyish voice, talking aloud but mostly to itself:]
They don't lock the doors at night.
They lock them in the day, for our meals. And they're locked when they put us to bed. They come open after, and no one comes by to do it.
...Why wouldn't we all just walk out?
[Now there are footsteps -- towards the intercom, with the sound of a door shutting. Gilbert's voice is close to a whisper.]
They must know about it. It's a trap.
There's only a small break in that silence hanging over the asylum, now -- the soft, metal creak and scratch of a door being opened. Slowly. No footsteps come with it. Finally, though, there's a boyish voice, talking aloud but mostly to itself:]
They don't lock the doors at night.
They lock them in the day, for our meals. And they're locked when they put us to bed. They come open after, and no one comes by to do it.
...Why wouldn't we all just walk out?
[Now there are footsteps -- towards the intercom, with the sound of a door shutting. Gilbert's voice is close to a whisper.]
They must know about it. It's a trap.