lost screen-fucking-plays
are written in a distinctively colloquial style…
And as Jack slowly looks up — standing right in front of him — just FIVE FUCKING FEET AWAY — Is ETHAN.
ETHAN
Hello, Jack.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. Jack looks at him, ragged breath, but EYES BURNING. And he asks the question that hopefully all of America has been asking for the past week —
JACK
Who are you?
And we’re LOOKING UP at Ethan. SOAKING WET but seemingly oblivious to the rain. And his EYES. His FUCKING EYES.via this defective yeti post.
