[ The counselor takes Hyde's broken arm and pulls it towards him rather than sliding off the desk to meet him halfway, holding the hand still in his left while the pointer finger of his right touches upon a spot on Hyde's head line.
Both Hyde and Stephanie see it at the same time.
They open their eyes and it's darkness, it's silence, it takes a moment for their eyesight to adjust to the faint moonlight glowing somewhere above their heads, and when they turn to look to their right, they see Moriarty there next to them, his head bowed and a shovel in his hands. There is a shovel in their hands too. At their feet is a pit, meters deep and black with soil that they toss inside the void in turns. The soil writhes inside the pit, moonlight catching on the carapace of scuttling beetles and burrowing centipedes and a fingernail— a hand- two hands desperately clawing their way up before another pile of dirt gets dumped on top to bury them once more, muffling the sounds of screaming and crying, the cries for help, the cries for Maya, the cries for—-
The counselor lifts his finger from Hyde's palm and Hyde remembers nothing; to him, all the counselor did was hold his hand and poke his palm and let go. ]
no subject
Both Hyde and Stephanie see it at the same time.
They open their eyes and it's darkness, it's silence, it takes a moment for their eyesight to adjust to the faint moonlight glowing somewhere above their heads, and when they turn to look to their right, they see Moriarty there next to them, his head bowed and a shovel in his hands. There is a shovel in their hands too. At their feet is a pit, meters deep and black with soil that they toss inside the void in turns. The soil writhes inside the pit, moonlight catching on the carapace of scuttling beetles and burrowing centipedes and a fingernail— a hand- two hands desperately clawing their way up before another pile of dirt gets dumped on top to bury them once more, muffling the sounds of screaming and crying, the cries for help, the cries for Maya, the cries for—-
The counselor lifts his finger from Hyde's palm and Hyde remembers nothing; to him, all the counselor did was hold his hand and poke his palm and let go. ]