The informal one sits up and looks around. His eyes are wide. A gasp of air exits his mouth, shrill and abruptly cut off. The man in the suit looks at him and the frame shifts as the cameraman focuses on him, guiding the camera with his feet. Suddenly,the floor is all that can be seen. There is a sound like a button being pressed and then...Nothing.
Fred looked behind him at his companion in sweats. It looked like his mind was already beginning to fester in this environment. That couldn't be allowed to happen. If one of them went, the other two would soon follow. He clawed around in his pocket for something. Anything, really.
There was only a pen. Thin, shiny black. It was a simple design. His own design, actually.
Joints burning slightly, but in what felt like a good way, he knelt down and offered the pen to his companion. Unfocused, confused eyes looked up at him. "It'll make this place a little more interesting." Fred said, "Draw with it and stuff. We could play games too, if you want." He took it and pushed the tab that connected the cap to the body. It slid off with a click. "Thanks." Leaning into the wood, he began to draw.
I sketch some lines onto the floor. The pen slides across the floor a bit too well. If I had some sandpaper, I could have made a much better drawing surface. But this is fine. My mind feels more active than it has since I came in. My friend is facing me, kneeling on the ground.
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