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There's a poetry to life, Sam knows. There's a way it works and a way it all aligns so that it makes sense and none of this does in any way, whatsoever. Dinosaurs? It's impossible. Men named Zach who take over Annie's body is just an insult and this is it. This has to be Sam's fragile mind collapsing under some sort of new drug.
Nothing's spoken to him and he wonders when the radio silence had happened and why it terrifies him so much.
This is easy. This is so dead-on easy that Sam should be able to do this on a tightrope, with his eyes closed, with no problem whatsoever. If his mind is starting to break and can't even maintain one constant reality, then he's getting closer, now isn't he?
So bing, bam, boom, he just needs to wake up.
He's got a plan too, and maybe it's not original, but it'll work. He's found himself atop the roof of the building where he 'lives', or at least, the building his mind's constructed as reality in this slipshod mockery of a world that can't even maintain a continuity of its own. There's no details like gravel on Annie's hand anymore, just inconsistencies and fictionalities.
He spreads out his arms and feels the breeze from up here, peering down at the ground down below. He's not very high up, but this is it. This is the jolt. Sam Tyler is going to take the definitive step he needs to wake up.
"This is enough," he announces sternly, glancing skywards, a bit fidgety yet. "Do you hear me! No more! This is it, this is the definitive step, you got that? Not the 80's, not the 60's, home! Take me home!"
[Yes, he's trying to jump off the roof. Stoppage is helpage]
Nothing's spoken to him and he wonders when the radio silence had happened and why it terrifies him so much.
This is easy. This is so dead-on easy that Sam should be able to do this on a tightrope, with his eyes closed, with no problem whatsoever. If his mind is starting to break and can't even maintain one constant reality, then he's getting closer, now isn't he?
So bing, bam, boom, he just needs to wake up.
He's got a plan too, and maybe it's not original, but it'll work. He's found himself atop the roof of the building where he 'lives', or at least, the building his mind's constructed as reality in this slipshod mockery of a world that can't even maintain a continuity of its own. There's no details like gravel on Annie's hand anymore, just inconsistencies and fictionalities.
He spreads out his arms and feels the breeze from up here, peering down at the ground down below. He's not very high up, but this is it. This is the jolt. Sam Tyler is going to take the definitive step he needs to wake up.
"This is enough," he announces sternly, glancing skywards, a bit fidgety yet. "Do you hear me! No more! This is it, this is the definitive step, you got that? Not the 80's, not the 60's, home! Take me home!"
[Yes, he's trying to jump off the roof. Stoppage is helpage]