[Can't we just talk? a distant, hysterical part of him asks. That part of him is stupid, though, and he tries to ignore it.]
[Jay bolts up the staircase, taking the steps two, three at a time. He doesn't realize where he's going until his hand's on the door handle.]
[The theater.]
[It's a dead end, sure, but it's one he knows. And, more importantly, the projectionist's booth at the back has got a door with a solid, deadbolt lock. So it's a plan. Not one of his better ones, but it's a plan.]
[He scrambles inside. Too bad this door doesn't have a lock, too.]
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[Can't we just talk? a distant, hysterical part of him asks. That part of him is stupid, though, and he tries to ignore it.]
[Jay bolts up the staircase, taking the steps two, three at a time. He doesn't realize where he's going until his hand's on the door handle.]
[The theater.]
[It's a dead end, sure, but it's one he knows. And, more importantly, the projectionist's booth at the back has got a door with a solid, deadbolt lock. So it's a plan. Not one of his better ones, but it's a plan.]
[He scrambles inside. Too bad this door doesn't have a lock, too.]