by Nicholas Killewald

Wednesday, October 9, 2024

Janis turns and walks back across the room. "Of course," she says, "it doesn't matter how silent I am, I can't exactly tunnel my way out of the upper floors of this tower. Plus, the moment they noticed me missing, they'd search the room, find the tunnel, and find me." The rat, scampering across the floor to follow Janis, comes to a conclusion: "Sooooo ya stay in the castle, and ya stay queen!" Janis, now back at the hole in the floor, gingerly places the flask inside, having implicitly already placed the pickaxe in as well, off-camera. "So, I have more work to do," she corrects the rat. "More plans to make. More stuff to get. More." The rat responds, "Like what?" As Janis moves the false floor back to cover up the hole, she says, "I don't know yet. Something. Anything. This is step one. It has to be." The rat, appropriately continuing to be a pest, asks a perhaps important question, "And whadya do when ya get out of the castle? Are ya still queen there?" Janis approaches her bed, little more than a sheetless mattress with a pillow on it. "I leave. That's it. I get out of this castle, out of this kingdom, and into my own life, and I can figure it out from there." The rat follows, leaping up on a nearby stray pillow on the floor. "Uh huh... but what's it like outside of Breznial? Ya don't exactly get out often." Janis, now lying on her bed and trying to get to sleep, replies "At this point I'm mostly hoping it has fewer talking rodents. Good night."
 
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