>You know, maybe coming to the roof was a bad idea
You can feel a thrumming, like you’re standing next to an engine, a sound just below your range of hearing, vibrating through your chest.
ASH: “I… don’t know. A machine?”
ASH: “It’s not doing anything.”
OMAR: “I guess this was what was making the noises? We collided with it?”
ASH: “And the rain?”
OMAR: “For all we know, this is a machine for rain.”
The roof’s certainly wet enough. Everything smells of wet concrete, a smell that brings back memories of– nothing. Your thoughts hit a wall, where your memory cuts off.
You shiver.