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Callahan normally did not spend much time in the rec room, doing most of his reading at the church and generally finding the place rather crowded. However, today as he walked past the room with a cup of tea, something stopped him - something he heard. A snatch of dialogue, a familiar phrase.
He walked inside and saw a film playing on the projection screen. Somewhat old, rather grainy, from the seventies based on the appearance of the actors. He was confused at first because no one looked familiar, but when they started speaking...
It was them. It was Mark, it was Ben, it was... him, only it didn't really look like him. And it dawned on Callahn then, that the book they'd found in New York, 'Salem's Lot, written by that King fellow, must have been made into a film.
He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away, no matter how fast his heart was beating, his pulse pounding in his ears. It wasn't quite right, nothing was quite right. This scene here, in the kitchen, this shouldn't be happening yet...
And then he watched as the priest on the screen traded himself for the boy, told Mark "Run!", and then faced the ghoulish vampire (this, again, not quite right...), the cross clattering to the ground...
"Oh God in Heaven, defend us," Callahan breathed, staggering against the couch, not from the scene on the projector, which faded to black at the shot of the cross, but because of what flickered across his mind now - what happened next.
[OOC: This isn't so much a canon puncturing as Callahan was canon punctured in, er, canon (he knows about 'Salem's Lot, but not Dark Tower). He's obviously watching the original version of the movie, not the (craptastic) miniseries that actually has James Cromwell in it. The scene he's just watched is here, so feel free to have your pup have seen that bit!]
He walked inside and saw a film playing on the projection screen. Somewhat old, rather grainy, from the seventies based on the appearance of the actors. He was confused at first because no one looked familiar, but when they started speaking...
It was them. It was Mark, it was Ben, it was... him, only it didn't really look like him. And it dawned on Callahn then, that the book they'd found in New York, 'Salem's Lot, written by that King fellow, must have been made into a film.
He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away, no matter how fast his heart was beating, his pulse pounding in his ears. It wasn't quite right, nothing was quite right. This scene here, in the kitchen, this shouldn't be happening yet...
And then he watched as the priest on the screen traded himself for the boy, told Mark "Run!", and then faced the ghoulish vampire (this, again, not quite right...), the cross clattering to the ground...
"Oh God in Heaven, defend us," Callahan breathed, staggering against the couch, not from the scene on the projector, which faded to black at the shot of the cross, but because of what flickered across his mind now - what happened next.
[OOC: This isn't so much a canon puncturing as Callahan was canon punctured in, er, canon (he knows about 'Salem's Lot, but not Dark Tower). He's obviously watching the original version of the movie, not the (craptastic) miniseries that actually has James Cromwell in it. The scene he's just watched is here, so feel free to have your pup have seen that bit!]