CODA Uproarious Audience Applause. The creak of someone sitting at a piano bench. Main piano theme begins to play.  Distorted voice: You’re going to die. Slice - the audience laughs and cheers as Arthur chokes on his blood. The audienc…

THE KING Door opens. Footsteps. John: No going back now. Arthur: [hoarse from crying] I couldn’t if I wanted to. Not until my mind is clear. John: She may not be here. We need to be prepared to leave if that is the case, especially if we …

THE PRISON   A sound of ocean waves. Footsteps on the boardwalk. The calls of seagulls. The wind picks up ominously - a young voice says, RUN. The sounds of the shore cut out. Heavy footsteps, and grunting. Something clatters on the ground -…

THE MADNESS   Footsteps How’s your leg? Better. It’s difficult to tell sometimes, especially when my adrenaline is pumping, how hurt I actually am, but… it seems fine. That’s fair. The arm? [Groan] Still sore. Tha…

THE FALL   Creature snarls, Arthur breathing nervously, heavy footsteps W-what- Arthur, kill the light! Lighter flicks Heavy footsteps draw closer Get down. Heavy footsteps, creature snarls Heavy footsteps, creature regurgitates, snarl…

THE PATH Eerie strings play MOVE! You’re falling right into what it wants. Goddamnit, move, Arthur! [Entranced] I… I don’t want to… Slap! Fuck! But it… it… Flies buzzing It’s telling you what you …

THE STORM CW: Death of a child, violence, injury Wood creaking, piano score begins to play Water running, piano stops playing Tess? Tess? Water running Faroe? Piano bench creaks, footsteps Faroe? Door creaks open, water running  Faroe…

THE DESERT   Footsteps on sand. Heavy Breathing. Still nothing? In every direction. How long have we been walking? Not as long as it seems - the heat draws out each moment. The truth is we’ve barely entered. Is it too late to head …

THE DREAMLANDS   Waves. Sounds of effort. Arthur. Where exactly are we? I hear… waves? Yes. We’re on a blackened coast. Beyond us, a violet lake of jagged rocks. Arthur, I- Do better than that, John. What exactly are the Drea…

THE END   Static I won’t believe that. We’ve come too far, John, we need to see this to its end. Alright, Arthur. Footsteps [Sigh] Where is the door? To your right. Footsteps, door creaks open There are a set of stone steps…