So it's another month, dragging in another batch of people, yeah? These porters. They drag 'em from anywhere, anytime--anyone. There's nothing and no one that's safe. I've been here long enough, I know how it goes.
And I get it. They can send us the best of one place, one world--or the utter fucking worst. Or one of each. Whatever they want, it's got nothing t' do with us--and we're not allowed to make requests. Because that's life, right? Just take it as it comes. And maybe it's nothing they can control. Just some big-- beam, set on random, dragging people here.
But taking people away. That's different. What happens to the people they brought here, that just-- disappear? Not the ones that die. Not the ones that get killed. The ones that are here, one night, and then the next morning, just--gone. No notes, no explanations. Taken away. They get sent home? Christ, d'you know what that sounds like to me, that sounds like bullshit. They can't send us back, they can't send us home, but it might happen at random?
[A little more tightly, barely contained:]
They took my friend from me. I can't just forget that. I've been trying, believe me. But I can't forget her. And you don't have t' tell me, it's what happens, it's old news. Everyone who's been here long enough has lost people to this, to disappearing. But me? No, I can't get over it. So I want t' know, what everyone thinks happens after. I want t' know what everyone knows. Because I want her back, or I want to know what's happened to her. And I'll do whatever I have to, to figure that out.
[ps as a note: all of Mitchell's replies will be voice in case I screw up subject lines]
And I get it. They can send us the best of one place, one world--or the utter fucking worst. Or one of each. Whatever they want, it's got nothing t' do with us--and we're not allowed to make requests. Because that's life, right? Just take it as it comes. And maybe it's nothing they can control. Just some big-- beam, set on random, dragging people here.
But taking people away. That's different. What happens to the people they brought here, that just-- disappear? Not the ones that die. Not the ones that get killed. The ones that are here, one night, and then the next morning, just--gone. No notes, no explanations. Taken away. They get sent home? Christ, d'you know what that sounds like to me, that sounds like bullshit. They can't send us back, they can't send us home, but it might happen at random?
[A little more tightly, barely contained:]
They took my friend from me. I can't just forget that. I've been trying, believe me. But I can't forget her. And you don't have t' tell me, it's what happens, it's old news. Everyone who's been here long enough has lost people to this, to disappearing. But me? No, I can't get over it. So I want t' know, what everyone thinks happens after. I want t' know what everyone knows. Because I want her back, or I want to know what's happened to her. And I'll do whatever I have to, to figure that out.
[ps as a note: all of Mitchell's replies will be voice in case I screw up subject lines]