You thoughtfully give RHYS two full turns to clear his head. His EYES fade quickly. He appears disconcerted.
RHYS: Wh---
ALAN: Shh. You have hibernation sickness.
RHYS: I can't see.
ALAN: Your eyesight will return in time.
RHYS: Where am I?
ALAN: Haunted house, upstairs.
RHYS: Who are you?
ALAN: It's me, Alan.
RHYS: OK, hey. Why'd you taze me, bro?
ALAN: A future me needed you for something. I didn't fill me in yet.
RHYS: So we're both in the dark. I assume you wouldn't do something like that without good reason?
ALAN: You're not mad?
RHYS: I'm not the mad scientist. While I don't remember specifics, I get the feeling you've done worse than this to me in the name of science.
ALAN: Great. Want to join my party? I need to find my pants.
RHYS: That seems to be of the UTMOST IMPORTANCE. Just like the LOCATION OF MY HANDCART!
ALAN: I'll lead you to it.
ALAN, what will you do?
3 comments:
go EAST in search of PANTS
DON'T LEAVE BEHIND THE HAND CART! for defensive purposes.
:XD: The Zelda acquisition noise just played in my head.
Kyle and Anonymous have the course of action right. ALAN should probably interpose the HAND CART and RHYS between himself and the ZOMMELIER, on general principles (though it would be an interesting exercise to see if the ZOMMELIER would serve ALAN ROSÉ or a MIXED DRINK). Also, watch the FLOOR for SHATTERED GLASS from the BROKEN GLOBE in the CHANDELIER.
...I do wonder why the curls in the chandelier are black, instead of gold/brass.
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