The camcorder screen flashes white when Tim turns the lights on, and Jay misses the button to disable nightvision on the first try, leaving him scratching at the right general area until he manages to switch it back to normal. In this light, the room looks oddly familiar.
"Yeah, I've heard, but--but it sounded like you. Or looked like you, I guess. The handwriting." He feels like he's hearing himself ramble from about four inches to the left. Concentrate. Get to the point. "Here, just, just--"
He'll show him the footage on his laptop. He's got a desk, so he should have a computer, so he should be able to plug in the SD card somewhere. Jay tilts the camera in his hand, folding back the thin rubber that covers the slot for the card, and digs his nail in at just the right angle to release it. He fishes out the card and holds it out to--
Wait.
Wait, no, fuck.
The red light's still on.
He slips the card back into the camera, switches the mode to playback, because maybe, just maybe--
'STORAGE CORRUPTED,' the text on the viewfinder reads, and Jay's not sure he's willing or able to keep standing anymore, because he's a fucking idiot, and of course you're not supposed to pull the card out while it's writing, because of course this is exactly what happens, and he kept putting off reviewing the footage until later for no real reason, and now he'll never know what happened.
He'll never know what happened.
He'll never know what happened.
He sways on his feet again. Back on the wall, he slides down.
He wants to throw the camera against the wall and watch it shatter. Just as useful like that as it is like this.
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"Yeah, I've heard, but--but it sounded like you. Or looked like you, I guess. The handwriting." He feels like he's hearing himself ramble from about four inches to the left. Concentrate. Get to the point. "Here, just, just--"
He'll show him the footage on his laptop. He's got a desk, so he should have a computer, so he should be able to plug in the SD card somewhere. Jay tilts the camera in his hand, folding back the thin rubber that covers the slot for the card, and digs his nail in at just the right angle to release it. He fishes out the card and holds it out to--
Wait.
Wait, no, fuck.
The red light's still on.
He slips the card back into the camera, switches the mode to playback, because maybe, just maybe--
'STORAGE CORRUPTED,' the text on the viewfinder reads, and Jay's not sure he's willing or able to keep standing anymore, because he's a fucking idiot, and of course you're not supposed to pull the card out while it's writing, because of course this is exactly what happens, and he kept putting off reviewing the footage until later for no real reason, and now he'll never know what happened.
He'll never know what happened.
He'll never know what happened.
He sways on his feet again. Back on the wall, he slides down.
He wants to throw the camera against the wall and watch it shatter. Just as useful like that as it is like this.