Voice

[fuckthisshit]

Right. I hate phones and now I've got one stuck on my fucking wrist so I can be tracked by the government? Fuck this. I know someone out there knows how to get this off.

[ There's a small grunt as she audibly tries to get it off and continues to mumble about it in a British accent.] Welcome to another Earth, they said. Have a shit job and a shit apartment. [ It was pretty nice, actually. Except for the two other bedrooms. ] Make yourself at home. Here's five thousand dollars if you want to be under our thumb. [ Another frustrated grunt.]

Fuck! Does anyone have a saw or something? Wire cutters?

I can't be the only one who thinks being tracked by the government isn't the best idea.

[ Especially once they find out what she's done. ]

And why are we in fucking Florida? Was that place from Breaking Bad not available?

video;

[atypically]

[ Running a hand through his messy curls, Caleb isn't necessarily looking at the camera when he starts shooting his video. ]

Fuck it, I'm stuck here, I guess. So who wants to go to the beach? I'm bored as shit and I might as well enjoy the fact that there's no zombies or fucked up clowns drugging the water or practical apocalypses happening, so yeah. Fuck it. Who wants to come? It's lame going by myself.

[ Because he's sure it's only a matter of time before Eglaf is as big a fucking hot mess as Jeopardy and Nonah and everywhere else back at the place he'd been before. ]