[When Foggy catches word that the fire is out he cheers and takes a detour out of the studio building to look down the street at the horizon. He expected some signs of the fire to be left behind but a hint of the bay or the woods outside the city.]
Well crap. [He grumbles. A line of what? Are those floating doors forming a wall where the fire was?] An herd of wild doors is coming to get us now. Wait! I know what this is!
It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.
III-B
Hey wait up! You know the way out of here?
[Foggy calls after the figure he sees down the other side of the long empty hallway and rushes toward them.
He's been wandering what looks like the inside of a castle or church for a while now but every door seems to lead to either a blank white room or another hallway. He needs to get out of here and get back to his family- he knows that much. Trouble is there's more missing from his memory than the layout of this place. He knows his name, that he has a family, that he was on his way home from work, and that he should be somewhere in Recolle City. The rest is fuzzy. He has memories and feelings but the details are all scrambled.]
BONUS
[ASH ASH EVERYWHERE! Screw sweeping! Foggy dug around in the janitor's closet at the studio and found a handheld vacuum. He has a rhythm down- vacuum, go to trash, empty vacuum canister, repeat. For a hot moment there he starts singing as the vacuum hums and sucks air loudly. Then the wind picks up and that's when he gets a mouthful of the ash blown up in his face. Next thing he's coughing up a storm.]
OTA
[When Foggy catches word that the fire is out he cheers and takes a detour out of the studio building to look down the street at the horizon. He expected some signs of the fire to be left behind but a hint of the bay or the woods outside the city.]
Well crap. [He grumbles. A line of what? Are those floating doors forming a wall where the fire was?] An herd of wild doors is coming to get us now. Wait! I know what this is!
It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.
III-B
Hey wait up! You know the way out of here?
[Foggy calls after the figure he sees down the other side of the long empty hallway and rushes toward them.
He's been wandering what looks like the inside of a castle or church for a while now but every door seems to lead to either a blank white room or another hallway. He needs to get out of here and get back to his family- he knows that much. Trouble is there's more missing from his memory than the layout of this place. He knows his name, that he has a family, that he was on his way home from work, and that he should be somewhere in Recolle City. The rest is fuzzy. He has memories and feelings but the details are all scrambled.]
BONUS
[ASH ASH EVERYWHERE! Screw sweeping! Foggy dug around in the janitor's closet at the studio and found a handheld vacuum. He has a rhythm down- vacuum, go to trash, empty vacuum canister, repeat. For a hot moment there he starts singing as the vacuum hums and sucks air loudly. Then the wind picks up and that's when he gets a mouthful of the ash blown up in his face. Next thing he's coughing up a storm.]