12-01-2017, 07:56 PM
When the scalpel comes, and it does come with the same sort of practiced ease that always comes when two people are accustomed to working together. There is tension and anticipation, though it seems that this was coming from the imaginary Vietnamese woman standing by Luis.
“Fifteen until we come back from commercial, Andrés,” she tells him. There is no camera crew. There are no lights save for the one shining overhead and through his careful excision (which, unsurprisingly, takes approximately fifteen seconds) he finds himself holding what appears to be a large glass marble.
It feels like glass, at least, through his gloves. The surface is smooth and some sort of cyan liquid swirls around inside when the ball is rolled. The jostling made the thin lining of her intestine light up where the ball had been resting. It is cold to the touch-
[ And in that second Andrés is not there. He is standing in a construction zone while their victim, Judy Nyugen, is running. She seems to haul pretty quickly in her scrubs but those Keds aren’t really built for anything except walking around a building, not the unfinished parts of… Union Station? It is dark outside. Not pitch black but certainly the time and type of dark that makes most people uncomfortable. There is something in her hand.
She swallows it. ]
“The footage we’ve just seen was provided by eyewitness Judy Nyugen. Ms. Nyugen- can you describe what happened that night and what brought you to the station that night?” The news caster holds the microphone towards the dead woman.
Silence.
She pulls the microphone back, “Dr. Sepúlveda, what is your impression of what has just occurred?”
“Fifteen until we come back from commercial, Andrés,” she tells him. There is no camera crew. There are no lights save for the one shining overhead and through his careful excision (which, unsurprisingly, takes approximately fifteen seconds) he finds himself holding what appears to be a large glass marble.
It feels like glass, at least, through his gloves. The surface is smooth and some sort of cyan liquid swirls around inside when the ball is rolled. The jostling made the thin lining of her intestine light up where the ball had been resting. It is cold to the touch-
[ And in that second Andrés is not there. He is standing in a construction zone while their victim, Judy Nyugen, is running. She seems to haul pretty quickly in her scrubs but those Keds aren’t really built for anything except walking around a building, not the unfinished parts of… Union Station? It is dark outside. Not pitch black but certainly the time and type of dark that makes most people uncomfortable. There is something in her hand.
She swallows it. ]
“The footage we’ve just seen was provided by eyewitness Judy Nyugen. Ms. Nyugen- can you describe what happened that night and what brought you to the station that night?” The news caster holds the microphone towards the dead woman.
Silence.
She pulls the microphone back, “Dr. Sepúlveda, what is your impression of what has just occurred?”