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[OUTSIDE SOUNDS, BIRDS, STUFF LIKE THAT. PAINED SOUNDS]
JON
Argh. God. Argh. What is…. Martin! Martin where are you!
[CREAKING SOUNDS]
JON
Is that you argh? Can you move? I think I’ve got something going on with my leg.
MARIANNE
Sir! Sir are you ok?
JON
I… think so?
MARIANNE
Jules! Over here! I’ve found him!
JON
What?
MARIANNE
Oh, don’t worry sir, stay still. Me and my sister, we’ve found your friend half an hour ago. He’s all right. A bit in shock, maybe.
JON
Where am I?
MARIANNE
Ehm, two or three miles from Heathfield. Me and Jules, we, we were on a hike, and we met your friend. He was running around outside of the trail, and he kept saying that he couldn’t find you.
JON
So Martin is fine? Argh. He’s with your sister?
MARIANNE
Yes, they should be coming. Stay still, we called help.
JON
So, we’re in England. And everything is fine?
MARIANNE
Yes, all's fine. Sir, what happened to you?
JON
I… I don’t really know. I’m sorry I ruined your day. [laughs]
MARIANNE
Oh, there’s no need for apologies. We were just helping.
JON
I suppose so.
MARIANNE
Sir, sorry, but I didn’t catch your name…
JON
Jon. Jonathan, Sims.
MARIANNE
Marianne Saubers.
JON
Thank you, Marianne.
[MORE CREAKING SOUNDS]
JULES
[From afar] Mary! Here!
MARIANNE
[shouting]He can’t move.
MARTIN
Jon?
JON
[shouting, almost hysterically] I’m okay. Good god, I’m okay.
[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]
JULES
What’s that?
MARIANNE
Oh, I don’t know. Looks like a Walkman or something.
MARTIN
No…
MARIANNE
What’s wrong?
JON
Nothing. It just would be too long of a story. Please, just turn it off.
MARIANNE
But
MARTIN
Please.
JULES
Ok.
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MARTIN
But how did we end up on a trail in East Sussex? We were in London.
JON
I don’t know. London wasn’t really a thing back… there. And I’m afraid that parallel dimensions’ dynamics aren’t my strong point.
MARTIN
Fair enough. It’s just so strange. We were… I mean, I, oh Jon I’m so sorry. [sobs]
JON
Hey, hey it’s all right. After all, we are still alive, somehow, and I asked you to do it.
MARTIN
Yeah, somehow. I think I can live with a somehow. But the tapes, back in the woods.
JON
I don’t know. I think it should have happened, if all the fears did transfer into this world with us, but why would it follow us again? We are no one now. I’m not the Archivist anymore.
MARTIN
[Laughs] Sounds thrilling.
JON
Yeah.
MARTIN
So what do we do now?
JON
We’ll have to find a job, I suppose?
MARTIN
Oh, please, take me back to the apocalypse!
[THEY LAUGH]
JON
I could watch Kill Bill. I’ll have plenty of time while my leg heals.
MARTIN
Well, a movie night or two will not hurt.
JON
Martin, what if we find more tape recorders. What if
MARTIN
We’ll sort it out. Somehow.
JON
Yeah, somehow.
[FABRIC RUSTLES] *
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