09-01 blogpostaudiotranscript1

[Note: password-protected and encrypted. We can't read any of the files in this series. Our thanks, as always, to Oliver for his work.]

When I walk in, the water reaches like the tree: floor to ceiling, covering, filling everything. As much as Sam wants, as much as it looks like Sam will, he can't spill out of the door.

[Sounds of heavy breathing, Tyler filling his lungs in a few deep breaths]

[Sounds of a door closing behind the microphone. A lock shutting.]

I hear Sam's voice. I can't respond.

I write this sentence. The tree grows. The water rises. The sky opens.