[At first it was funny -- deeply funny. An impossibly magical tactic to prove a mild point of curiosity. It was only an experiment, he was going to argue if need be, he was seeing if his commands had duration. Starting small, of course, like fifteen seconds small. But it was funny, with Starr cutting short his own tirade, the struggle that played prelude to silence.
Then that silence. That much too long silence.]
Hah... [A beat, and Chilton glanced at his clock.] Klaus? [Another beat.] Wake up. Shit -- Wake up. [His thumb digging into the two cuts in his palm, again and again.] Don't be dead.
voice.
Then that silence. That much too long silence.]
Hah... [A beat, and Chilton glanced at his clock.] Klaus? [Another beat.] Wake up. Shit -- Wake up. [His thumb digging into the two cuts in his palm, again and again.] Don't be dead.