[At first he thinks he's dreaming, though of course that doesn't last for very long.
In the first few minutes, Beckett stays still, breathing quietly. If nothing else the change is a welcome diversion from a long day in which he'd been able to think of little beyond hell and damnation and whether Norfinbury's sun would burn him when it finally showed its face. So this is it, the mad maze they'd told him about - the other side of the world. Probably not the reality behind Norfinbury, but certainly a tantalising kind of proof that everything, everything is an illusion.
When he thinks about that it makes the gnawing anxiety come back. No, thank you. He'd much rather be doing what he does best - moving in search of answers. Even if moving here is strange, walking up a spiralling staircase only to find himself back at the bottom, glancing over the edge of a platform and suddenly knowing he's upside down, grabbing for a wall for support and feeling an impossible curve under his hand. But he moves, because following his curiosity has always been what he has done when something was chasing him, most of all his own demons.]
Hello? [He calls every once in a while, voice echoing strangely in the unnatural air.]
Fearshare ahoy!
In the first few minutes, Beckett stays still, breathing quietly. If nothing else the change is a welcome diversion from a long day in which he'd been able to think of little beyond hell and damnation and whether Norfinbury's sun would burn him when it finally showed its face. So this is it, the mad maze they'd told him about - the other side of the world. Probably not the reality behind Norfinbury, but certainly a tantalising kind of proof that everything, everything is an illusion.
When he thinks about that it makes the gnawing anxiety come back. No, thank you. He'd much rather be doing what he does best - moving in search of answers. Even if moving here is strange, walking up a spiralling staircase only to find himself back at the bottom, glancing over the edge of a platform and suddenly knowing he's upside down, grabbing for a wall for support and feeling an impossible curve under his hand. But he moves, because following his curiosity has always been what he has done when something was chasing him, most of all his own demons.]
Hello? [He calls every once in a while, voice echoing strangely in the unnatural air.]