“H-how have you been uh… feeling?” Pathetic.

“They’re coming, you know. She didn’t believe me.” A smile. You shudder.

“She?”

“She was a fool.”

Oh. Her. You glance up to the plexiglass window hovering above him, eyes narrowing into pleading slits. No response. They’re leaving you dangling. You swallow. “I’ve been told you’ve been requesting drawing materials…?” Good. Stronger. Better.

“Oh yes,” he says. Those dark eyes find yours, and you stop breathing for a minute. “I have to. They told me I should show others what they are.”

“You keep mentioning ‘them’,” you say. Yes. Very confident. Perfect. Your professor would be proud. “Who are ‘they’?”

A giggle,

“Oh, you’ll see,” he smiles crookedly. “They’re coming.”

“Who is they?”

“You’ll see,” he hums. The door clicks, Denton steps in. Finally. A savior. You get to your feet.

“You’ll all see.”

Denton grabs your arm, dragging you out of the room briskly.