-open-
Six feet under.
I can only go up.
It doesn't matter.
Someone will come and save me.
I only have to wait.
A waiting game.
Relax.
Keep control.
The silence.
Everything's so quiet.
They're not digging up there anymore.
There's no one left up there now.
I'm alone.
Keep breathing.
It's good to be alone.
There's nothing to fear save fear itself.
Except a heart attack.
Right?
Fear and stress.
Is my body twitching?
Is my left arm twitching?
Maybe that's the idea. Putting me in here, causing me a heart attack.
Everything so clean, everything so clear, and no more Pixie.
Lock.
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