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[daringyoungman]

There is an accident.

John always checks the ropes. Always. He wouldn’t make a mistake.

An accident.

Not their fault.





Dick hears a scream.


All the heat is sucked out of the tent. The noise gets louder, but also fades into a buzz, seems to be happening miles away.

Someone puts a jacket around his shoulders.

There’s an argument. He hears his name, but it means nothing.




He’s sitting in a chair in a room with a lot of desks, answering questions.


(It was an accident)

He looks at the man asking them, realizes he's talking to a cop, and suddenly shuts up.
No one shouts at him for it.



He’s in a car, pulling up outside a house.

There is a woman in black and white, and Dick guesses she must be a nun.

Slowly, he realizes he must be at an orphanage.