Jessie sits behind the sniper, watching him. She's been careful. He wants to bullet in her, but he doesn't. I have a son. He's 12. I wonder what he's... nonono, that's him, not Jessie. Mmm. Yes. Push it out, push it out. Hesitation. Where am I? Where am I! Hah! I am right here, behind the wall. I can hear you. I am inside you, all of you. Sloshing, thoughts, sloshing around. Radios, radios. Patient. Wait until I - no, wait until he expects someone to enter the room. Just a moment, but it's all I need. I found a window, you know, with sharp pieces. Beautifully sharp. I really want to shoot myself. Where am I? Where could I be? It is wrapped in a rag. You don't even know it, but you forgot to take your medicine this morning. Pill, sitting there on the counter. Waiting for you to come home - no, wait, that is someone else. Or is it me? So hard to keep track sometimes. It can get so loud. Here, let me share with you a bit, just a bit, let it... yes. Oh, the eyes. I love it when they get all big like that. I'm terrified. What is happening. No, HE'S terrified. Haha! NO, SHUT UP. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. Oh god the guy upstairs, I mean, did you even KNOW what he did to that kid? Oh, you don't like that, do you? I want to touch you. I want to do that, yes, that. You want to do that. He wants to do that. Isn't it nice to share? Isn't it terrible to know? To have them in your head, all the time? Even you have standards, even if you don't know how you know. That's it, throw up, I'm beside you, comforting you, putting my hand on your back. It's okay, it's okay, I'm safe, we're safe, you're beside yourself comforting yourself, I'm beside myself comforting myself, yes, leave the gun here, quiet now, we'll walk and we're walking come on yes, into the basement, yes.
I have tea all ready for us. It will make things so quiet.