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Inside cell, 9pm
Gas pours into cell
Tom: Great, what now? *sits on bed*
Lori: *holds side* Ugh, maybe it's morphine.
Tom: Here, let me take a look a that. *lifts Lori's shirt*
Lori: *slaps Tom's arm* Don't.
Tom: It's the least I can do.
Lori: You've done enough.
Tom: *nods*
Lori: *lies head on knees*
Tom: *looks around* This gas isn't doing anything. Maybe it's a dud.
Lori: It's not.
Tom: *looks at Lori* ...What's it doing to you?
Lori: Look, I just have to wait until the damn antidote or whatever starts shooting.
Tom: Lori, I don't think anything's going to drop out of that vent until you do what the maniac is hoping for.
Lori: Not an option.
Tom: Why?
Lori: Go sit in the corner.
Tom: ...It's cold in the corner.
Lori: *lifts head* Would you just do it?
Tom: *smiles* I see what this is. You got the fun stuff.
Lori: I don't find me wanting to rip your clothes off very fun.
Tom: So you're just going to sit there all night.
Lori: Yes.
Tom: That's ridiculous.
Lori: If I don't give him what he wants, that's better than escaping this God forsaken place. I'm not going to be his little pawn that he can play with.
Tom: And what if you resisting is what he wants?
Lori: You're not helping. *lies head against bed frame*
11pm
Lori: *eyes closed*
Tom: You okay?
Lori: Mind over matter.
Tom: It's killing you, isn't it.
Lori: *frowns* I almost forgot you were here.
Tom: Uh huh, sure.
Lori: *stands, walks over to window*
Tom: What's up?
Lori: I need air.
Tom: *stands* Anything I can do to help?
Lori: Yeah. Go away.
Tom: We'll get out of this, Lori.
Lori: *shakes head* I shouldn't have called him. I shouldn't have tried to interfere.
Tom: You wanted to help Scott.
Lori: And look what happened.
Tom: Scott told me this guy was following him. He said he got his co-workers killed and had a hand in poisoning Steph.
Lori: *looks at Tom*
Tom: I thought he was just being paranoid. But now it seems like...this guy's been following him for the past 7 years, creating stress on his life to see how he'd react. It's like Scott's been his own personal research project.
Lori: Sick bastard.
Tom: Yeah. *leans on window ledge*
Lori: *rubs forehead*
A/V room
Man: It's not working.
Waterhouse: *hands over vile* Take this, wake up Scott. Break a few of his fingers.
Man: ...How will that help our research.
Waterhouse: This is all about reaction. Do it.
Man: *walks away*
Inside cell
Lori: *rubs neck*
Tom: ...Do you hear that screaming?
Lori: *looks at wall*
Tom: It sounds like Scotty.
Lori: *runs over to wall, places ear against it*
Tom: What are they doing to him?
Lori: *frowns, bangs on wall* STOP IT! STOP HURTING HIM!
Tom: *scratches head*
Lori: *looks up at camera* FINE! I'M REACTING! I'M DOING WHAT YOU WANTED! LEAVE HIM ALONE!
Tom: You think he'd stop if we slept together?
Lori: *punches Tom's arm*
Tom: OW. *rubs arm*
Lori: *picks up chair, slams it at ceiling*
Camera hangs from wires
Lori: LET HIM GO! *runs over to door, slams fists against it* STOP HURTING HIM! PLEASE!
Tom: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *lies forehead against door*
Tom: *walks over, places hand on Lori's back*
Lori: *starts to cry*
Tom: *sigh*
Lori: *crying* It's all my fault, I shouldn't have forced him to go.
Tom: Stop crying.
Lori: *looks at Tom*
Tom: This is about survival, not blame. *wipes Lori's cheek* So stop wallowing and start helping me think of a plan.
Lori: *stares at Tom*
Tom: *looks up at vent* You got any weapons on you?
Lori: No.
Tom: I need your bra wire.
Lori: *frowns*
Tom: *looks at Lori* That vent can be opened and I need to bend your bra wire to twist the screws.
Lori: What makes you think I even
have a bra wire?
Tom: You're wearing the black microfiber pushup bra.
Lori: How in the hell did you know that?
Tom: You going to give me the wire or not?
Lori: Turn around.
Tom: Lori, you have nothing I haven't seen before.
Lori: I don't care.
Tom: *sigh* Make it quick. *turns around*
Lori: *reaches under shirt, fiddles with bra* This was expensive, you know.
Tom: I'll buy you a new one.
Lori: *scoffs* I'm sure Scott will appreciate that.
Tom: *staring at window*
Lori: What do you plan on doing once you get into the vent?
Tom: Places like these usually run their air on a single system. It's cheaper. I would guess this vent opens up into Scott's room.
Lori: *blinks* Huh. Didn't think of that. *pulls wire out*
Tom: *turns around* We're both going in.
Lori: Why?
Tom: *climbs onto chair, fiddles with vent* You're going to check on Scott, I'm going to go find another room.
Lori: I assume there's a reason for that.
Tom: Waterhouse told me that the only patients who get locked down are the dangerous ones. What color was Scott's key?
Lori: Yellow.
Tom: Exactly. He's in the ward with cautionary patients which means the rooms on this side won't be locked. Once I find one, I'll come get you and Scott. Get him untied and 'with it'.
Lori: Seems like you have this pretty thought out. What did you need me for?
Tom: *smiles* I need your brain to get us out of the
building.
Lori: *frowns*
Tom: *jumps down* Hop to and start thinking.
Lori: *climbs onto chair, jumps into vent*
Scott's cell
Lori: *pops vent out*
Scott: *groans*
Lori: *jumps down* Scott. *runs over, kneels* Scott it's me. I'm here. *places hand on Scott's forehead* Jesus.
Scott: *opens eyes*
Lori: *smiles* Hey. I'm gonna get you out of here.
Scott: ...Visiting hours...aren't until 2.
Lori: *grabs at restraints* Yeah well I'm not really a fan of rules, right?
TBC................................
