[ If you tried to contact Doctor Lamb in the past four days you would have received no response. If you came to her room you would have found it locked. If you forced your way in you- but you didn't, did you
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[ This narration won't lie to you: Alex has been actively resisting the urge to seek out Sofia, because he doesn't trust his own motives. Or his methods. Or his morals. He's even convinced himself to use tranquillisers again when it seemed like the only thing that would stop him from making the trip to her room.
Then this feed flickers onto his screen and tips the balance.
He's slumped on his bed, mid-brood. Wringing his wrist. Wondering whose dog that is, barking in the distance. Trying to rouse himself to do something, anything, something distracting. A nondescript voice says his name.
His head jerks up, he looks around for the source, and his eye falls on the feed, which has now been going for a while. That must be it. Sof'. That's her room. He gets up. Maybe she'll ask him there, maybe she has more ADAM there-- ]
The potted plant would invite you over, but she hasn't been feeling very fresh lately and would hate to make a bad first impression, in case Alex's eye-pleasing fern tags along. Dayum, is that fern ever eye-pleasing! ]
[ This narration regrets to say that the eye-pleasing fern has been feeling extremely dry itself of late, what with Alex's utter lack of motivation to do anything with it. Not that it raises complaint. A little neglect is easy to cope with, compared to its predecessor's sad and icy fate. ]
...Sof'?
[ And if we skip back to Alex's point of view, we'll see that he's wondering why she doesn't come into frame. ]
Sof', are you there?
[ That's when the sharp breathing starts, and that's when it starts to become apparent that he should be worried. When further attempts to talk to her are just as fruitless as the first, Alex gets his camcorder from the desk and finally has a reason he can believe in to head straight out.
It's safe to assume that knocking and calling out, however insistent, are useless. Freezing the lock and smashing it with his elbow, however? That's super effective! ]
[ Well, that depends on your definition of "there", really. Let's start by saying that yes, if Alex steps into the room he will find her body on her bed, slumped against the wall in a sitting position.
In four days she's aged a decade, maybe even two, at least that's how she looks like. Her eyes, dull and sunken in, are staring at Alex. At everything at once. Or maybe just at nothing at all.
The sharp breathing has stopped, but her chest is still moving, every once in a while, silently, almost imperceptibly. ]
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Then this feed flickers onto his screen and tips the balance.
He's slumped on his bed, mid-brood. Wringing his wrist. Wondering whose dog that is, barking in the distance. Trying to rouse himself to do something, anything, something distracting. A nondescript voice says his name.
His head jerks up, he looks around for the source, and his eye falls on the feed, which has now been going for a while. That must be it. Sof'. That's her room. He gets up. Maybe she'll ask him there, maybe she has more ADAM there-- ]
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The potted plant would invite you over, but she hasn't been feeling very fresh lately and would hate to make a bad first impression, in case Alex's eye-pleasing fern tags along. Dayum, is that fern ever eye-pleasing! ]
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...Sof'?
[ And if we skip back to Alex's point of view, we'll see that he's wondering why she doesn't come into frame. ]
Sof', are you there?
[ That's when the sharp breathing starts, and that's when it starts to become apparent that he should be worried. When further attempts to talk to her are just as fruitless as the first, Alex gets his camcorder from the desk and finally has a reason he can believe in to head straight out.
It's safe to assume that knocking and calling out, however insistent, are useless. Freezing the lock and smashing it with his elbow, however? That's super effective! ]
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In four days she's aged a decade, maybe even two, at least that's how she looks like. Her eyes, dull and sunken in, are staring at Alex. At everything at once. Or maybe just at nothing at all.
The sharp breathing has stopped, but her chest is still moving, every once in a while, silently, almost imperceptibly. ]
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Guess somebody isn't in the mood for reading today. ]
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