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sunlight they’ve seen in six months. You can see a
bit of glimmer as tears begin to form at the edge
of their eyes and the two, the couple, look at
each other and smile, and hold each other, and
look back at the group of you and say, “Thank you,
but why?”
MARISHA: Let’s just say your kids made an
impression on us.
MATT: “Are they all right? Where are they?”
SAM: They’re at your house, the butcher place?
Don’t worry, we’ll take you there. They’re being
kept safe by a tiny bird with a dagger.
MATT: They look at you, and look both frightened
by the words you say, and then equally frightened
by the creature they now realize that is saying
it, and go, “Right, right.”
TALIESIN: Best not to think about it.
SAM: Sometimes the people that help you are the
least expected.
MARISHA: I was going to say eclectic, but sure.
MATT: “Thank you.”
LIAM: Thank heavens for little blessings.
MATT: “Thank you very much. Can we go to our
children, please?”
ALL: Yes.
MATT: With that, you guys all make your way back
up the switchback path to the Idleworks Shelf,
just as the sun begins to hit the mountains, the
skies turning to the oranges and reds of the
coming sunset. At this point, the people of the
city begin to rise in energy once more as the
whistles of a day’s work come to a close. The city
beings to liven up once more into an air of
celebration, music blasting around you on all
sides.
MARISHA: It’s like being in Vegas for more than 24
hours. You’re like, “No! Not again! I can’t do
"this for a third night in a row! Ugh!”
TALIESIN: Roll for dubstep.
MATT: As you guys push through the streets now,
the celebration expanding and exploding throughout
the vicinity, your still-lingering hangovers from
the night before, mixed with your physically
damaged selves, make you less jovial in this
space. Eventually you make your way to the back to
the location of the previously boarded-up butcher
shop. It appears to be left alone, closed, locked,
and as you left it.
(whistling) (knocking)
MARISHA: Oh, your way was way more cool.
(whistling) (knocking)
TALIESIN: It’s us. Open it up!
MATT: You hear some shuffling and the door opens.
Austin and Gail look past and open the door. As
soon as Gail can say, “You’re back–” they look,
and you can see their parents, right there, smile
back at them. With that, they rush out, Gail and
Austin, and wrap their arms around their mother
and father. Behind them, skittering, Layla and
Jude look past, and they run up as well and hold
them. Now this family unit of six all brought
together again, as filthy as they may be in their