(every swing zack makes at a mirror makes jonas jump, startled, but it's quickly becoming something to look forward to. they're vaguely closer to one another, that's a good thing.
he continues shredding his tickets until he comes to a four-way junction. the infinite images of himself standing against a black background terrify him as much as being able to see his own back in a few of them, finding it uncanny and uncomfortable. what he fails to see, too overwhelmed, is that one moves separately from his reflection, disappearing from its frame.
similarly, in another part of the maze, shadows move around zack differently in the dim light.)
It wasn't me. I haven't said anything since I got trapped in this place. I don't have anything to smash the mirrors either.
(tense, jonas looks over his shoulder, breathing audibly in the silence.)
I'm gonna call out to you, okay?? Maybe we can find each other faster.
Hey, I'm... I'm here! Can you hear me? (he sounds unconfident, clutching his cell phone in both hands.) I'm over here!
(cast back is an echo of jonas' voice from down the stretching hall, distorted as though heard over the radio between frequencies and pitched two octaves lower: "i'm over here!")
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he continues shredding his tickets until he comes to a four-way junction. the infinite images of himself standing against a black background terrify him as much as being able to see his own back in a few of them, finding it uncanny and uncomfortable. what he fails to see, too overwhelmed, is that one moves separately from his reflection, disappearing from its frame.
similarly, in another part of the maze, shadows move around zack differently in the dim light.)
It wasn't me. I haven't said anything since I got trapped in this place. I don't have anything to smash the mirrors either.
(tense, jonas looks over his shoulder, breathing audibly in the silence.)
I'm gonna call out to you, okay?? Maybe we can find each other faster.
Hey, I'm... I'm here! Can you hear me? (he sounds unconfident, clutching his cell phone in both hands.) I'm over here!
(cast back is an echo of jonas' voice from down the stretching hall, distorted as though heard over the radio between frequencies and pitched two octaves lower: "i'm over here!")