She looked at him and wondered if it was even worth the bother of explaining what she thought might be going on in there. He mentioned medication, something to with schizophrenia – weren’t they genereally paranoid and into the whole conspiracy theory thing? She might have an attentive audience for once. Fuck it, why the hell not give him a chance? How could it hurt?
‘People have been going missing. Something strange is going on in this town. I think that this place has a lot to do with it. Well, the people inside have a lot to do with it.’
‘Are you a journalist? I have a friend who’s a journalist.’
‘No, more like an interested party with nothing better to do.’
‘So, why don’t you just walk in there? Walk in and start looking around.’
‘You think it’s that simple? That I can just walk in and start talking to people and it’s all going to fall in my lap?’
‘Yeah, why not? I mean, they’re hiding in plain sight, aren’t they? Most people don’t acknowledge the kind of things that they’re supposed to doing because they think they’re dangerous and they don’t want to be in danger; so consensus reality makes their activities invisible. If there’s one thing that I know about it’s being invisible – most people can cut me out of their existence as soon as they have the excuse of my mental illness.’
‘Will you come with me?’
‘Of course. I don’t have anything better to do either. What song is your thingy playing?’
‘You don’t want to know.’
‘Go on, tell me.’
‘Straight To Hell.’
‘Oh.’
‘Yeah.’
And in they went.
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