3 ~ By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

[have_a_job_too]

[Arkady crawls into view and immediately two things are evident, she's very confused and she's soaking wet. She sits cross-legged and for a moment, just... stares at the camera before blinking and looking around the room she's in.]

I think I forgot... I mean, I don't remember why I'm here. I hope this isn't your place, if it is, I'm very sorry. [

Comments

[makes_you_tick]

Arkady? You have a voice in your head?

[have_a_job_too]

No. Why do you ask?

[makes_you_tick]

Because you just said so.

I liked your essay, by the way. It's very true.

[have_a_job_too]

I did?

Thank you. I'm really not that good at these things.

[horrible_penny]

Are you okay there, Arkady?

[have_a_job_too]

I'm alright. Well, I'm wet and a little cold, but that's not a real problem.

[horrible_penny]

It can turn into one. No one wants that.

Maybe this isn't a great thing to ask, but do you usually hear voices in your head that aren't yours?

[have_a_job_too]

I guess not.

Um... that's a hard question to answer. We don't really talk about those things with others.

[repeatshimself]

Are you okay?

[have_a_job_too]

I'm fine. I just forgot what I was doing again. And I'm wet. But I'm okay.