[Thursday arrives uneventfully. Maybe you’re looking through the library for more information, maybe you’re scouring filing cabinet after filing cabinet in the records room. Maybe you’re even just trying to peacefully ignore the upcoming deadline. One way or another, soon you feel someone next to you. It’s a peaceful presence, at least, lacking malice that your host possesses.
The presence doesn’t say anything but the image of the dance studio comes to mind. Something important is waiting for you there, waiting for everyone.
As soon as people start moving into the dance studio there’s something new there. Something that shouldn’t be there. On a little nightstand table is a landline phone with the cord leading to nowhere. It’s ringing.]
MINI EVENT: CRANE OPERATOR
The presence doesn’t say anything but the image of the dance studio comes to mind. Something important is waiting for you there, waiting for everyone.
As soon as people start moving into the dance studio there’s something new there. Something that shouldn’t be there. On a little nightstand table is a landline phone with the cord leading to nowhere. It’s ringing.]