Dramatis Personae

Mark Ozark. He acts brave for his age.

The Key is moving slightly...

THE CAR

Mark looks proud of himself when you say this. “Heh, well, I’ve always been a pretty tough kid. I was an orphan, you know.” He takes a moment to look at the sharpened stick he’s carrying. “So, you really don’t remember anything? Cause if you’re lying, I’ll make you sorry…”

“No, no, I promise.”

“Alright, good.” Mark turns his attention to the car. “Hey, this is a ‘Machine’, right? Aren’t these supposed to move around?” “Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, do you know how to make it work?”

[You feel the key in your hand vibrate slightly when you hear the word Machine]



"No, I'm sorry" ==>