Lab Journal Entry #40

[matril]

"Cold"

Int., dingy motel room. TORI is sitting up in bed, red-nosed and puffy-eyed, pulling blankets around herself miserably

TORI
I haven’t gotten out of bed yet today.

(Cut, shifting camera) I know that thing is somewhere nearby. It’s more than just rumored sightings. I’ve talked to actual eyewitnesses, scared out of their minds, desperate for some way to explain what they saw.

(Cut) It’s waiting for me to start chasing it again before it starts running. That’s how it’s been for weeks now.

(Cut.) But I just can’t find the energy to move.

(Cut. TORI sneezes) I seem to have a caught a bit of a cold. Obviously living on the run isn’t doing much for my health.

(Cut. TORI pulls blanket tighter) It doesn’t help matters that the heating in this room is broken. I’d complain to the staff, but – I’d rather not draw any attention to myself.

(Sneezes again) I just need a little rest. Just a day or two. (Settles against the pillows, shifting camera again)

(Cut. Drowsily) I wonder if it could catch a cold. Wouldn’t that be something, if it ended up dying of the common cold? How very Wellesian.

(Cut) Not very likely, though. Its immune system is too robust. I should know. I made it that way.

(Cut. Nearly asleep) More likely this will kill me.