Blue Wolfe and Friends presents: Camp Here and There.
Episode Thirty-Seven: My Familiar the Demon
[CLICK]
SYDNEY
Good morning, campers! The time is [STATIC] 8:68 AM and the sky is a bloody red! A deep, rich, faintly purpling crimson. You know what they say, red sky at morning, the fungus is forming!
It reminds me of the flowering bruises on my knees I’d grow when scaling trees as a child during the Ohio summers. Couldn’t have been older than 12. Jedidiah, aspiring doctor he was, always bandaged them up for me, mumbling something about using up all the first aid supplies in the house–I mean it’s not like we had any where I lived. I guess he didn’t like running out, or Lucille would get irritated. Or he didn’t like me scaling trees. But I was playing fox and it’s not like foxes live on the ground! Everyone knows you can’t fit their wings into any burrows.
One time I got Jedidiah to climb with me after a LOT of convincing and… eesh. Lucille was really mad at me… I’d never seen an arm bend like that before.
That’s okay though. I don’t play fox anymore. I mean, fox bodies are full of naturally occurring—not synthetic—working organs and pumping blood and a beating heart. [HE LAUGHS] I can’t remember the last time I felt my heart beat naturally. Any fox not wrapped up in a curse owned by men would surely just laugh at me.
Anyways! Enough of my foxy ramblings. We have something very serious to discuss here today:
My meeting! It IS finally happening! I’ve decided to go through with making first contact with our letter-writing Over Where Director. Curiosity is a hungry little creature, and mine’s been starving for far too long.
At this point, I’m a bit shaken by the mystery. But I’m also excited. It’s like that feeling when you’re about to eat a questionable mushroom you found in the woods—
JEDIDIAH
[TEASING] Only you do that.
SYDNEY
I’m most excited to put an end to our feud. I’d really like some peace on our campgrounds, perhaps a unity of Heres and Wheres. And, from where I’m standing, this opportunity presents a perfect avenue for, as I’ve previously expressed, mending fallen bridges Over and There.
My lovely assistant here—charmer, isn’t he?—will be doing your announcements in my wake. Would you like to begin in taking up the goat, Jedidiah?
JEDIDIAH
[THROAT CLEAR] Uh, Right. Wait, the goat?
SYDNEY
You get it!
JEDIDIAH
[DOESN’T GET IT] Uh… Good morning, campers. As Sydney mentioned, I’ll be handling the announcements today while he’s off on his… ill-advised adventure.
SYDNEY
[CHEERFULLY] Be positive!
JEDIDIAH
First order of business: Due to an unfortunate incident involving a misplaced sculpting knife and a… very irritated raccoon, the arts and crafts cabin is temporarily off-limits. We’re working on removing the… pottery, but until then, please redirect all creative urges to… Christ, I don’t know. Screaming?
Right uh. [MUMBLING] Christ, I hate this.
SYDNEY
Jedidiah.
JEDIDIAH
Remember to always keep up a veneer of cheer no matter how much you may wish to positively tear yourself apart limb from limb!
SYDNEY
[LAUGHING] That’s the spirit! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a rendezvous with destiny. Or at least with a potentially hostile camp Director. Same difference, really. [CLAP] Alright!
[SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS FADING]
JEDIDIAH
Sydney, wait—
[DOOR CLOSES]
JEDIDIAH
[MUTTERING] Dammit. Fantastic.
[CLICKING A PEN WITH IRRITATION]
[CLEARS THROAT] Okay. Today’s lunch will be… [PAPER RUSTLING] mystery meat surprise. The mystery is that it’s actually…
[INDETERMINATE CLASHING OF NOISE]
[INCREDIBLY FORCED] Yippee, and all that.
From my understanding, we’re going to try capture the flag again. Oh, uh… Posy Panic. Uhm, you’re still going to be trapped in a cocoon. I hope that doesn’t, like, bother you or anything.
[DISTANT EXPLOSION]
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[FOOTSTEPS]
[NATURE SOUNDS]
SYDNEY
Ghost Recorder! I know we’ve already had a few exchanges this week when I got frustrated, but I did want to apologize for not talking to you over the year. I imagine it must’ve been pretty lonely, right?
I guess I just didn’t feel like it was necessary. Jedidiah was around and didn’t up and leave this time once Autumn set in. It’s been amazing actually. I don’t think I’ve ever been touched this much, not since we were kids. Well, I guess especially not, since he was so cagey back then. But there was that one year, y’know? [HE GIGGLES] Valentine’s day in 2014…
Anyways, I can’t complain, so I haven’t been talking to you. But, I am sorry that I only talk to you when I want to complain. That must suck as a ghost. You can’t even tell me to stop…
I hope you don’t mind. [STRUGGLING] Oof, walking this far aches a bit.
[WALKING]
I do like that Jedidiah and I are sleeping together again. I can say that, and it still gives me a thrill. The novelty hasn’t worn off yet, I guess. It’s everything I ever wanted. I’m authentically his, and he’s chosen me. Sometimes it doesn’t feel real, but after just shy of a year I’m barely starting to get used to it.
I hope that’s not a bad sign…
Anyways, I brought you along because I want to keep track of what this stranger says. If I learned anything from last year, it helps to have a record. If something goes wrong, this time I can show Jedidiah right away. And he’ll take me seriously now!
That’s nice, right? It’s certainly new. No more empty promises, I think. He’s still working on that project of his, but I’ve learned to be less annoyed by it these days.
But… hm. I’m grateful. I’m grateful he’s so attentive to me. But, I can’t, can’t help this… this sick feeling.
[WIND CHIMES SOUND]
[WALKING]
My body is dead.
It’s disgusting.
I want to rip out my heart, but I don’t know… [AMBIENT NOISE SWELLS] if that’d kill me? Somehow? Again, I guess. OUCH!
[HE STRUGGLES]
Okay, I get it. I refrain from thinking about it.
[WALKING]
I’m really happy he’s here. I’m so happy. But he–it–
…
[SOLEMNLY] I do not rot.
[WALKING]
I’m trying to get to the Northern lakeside shore. It’s far off from camp activity, at the edge of our premises. An irritatingly long trot, I’ll say that.
[SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS ON PEBBLES]
The lake is sparkling in the mid-morning light. Based on the harsh sun, I’d say it’s nearly 11AM. Nature really is ravenous this time of year, but the plants don’t dare crawl to the shore side.
The air feels different, charged with an electric tension that makes my skin prickle. Or maybe that’s just my nerves. I can see why I’m meant to walk here–it’s secluded, yet open enough to prevent any funny business.
Not that I’m expecting any…
[WALKING]
ADAM
Hello, dearest.
SYDNEY
Oh, my! You?!
ADAM
Meeeee. 🙂
SYDNEY
You–you’re— um!
ADAM
The man of your dreams?
SYDNEY
Sort of. You are very tall.
ADAM
[HE LAUGHS]
SYDNEY
You were the one with the apple.
ADAM
Excellent memory! It is wonderful to behold our reunion. I’ve missed you!
SYDNEY
Mm. So, you’re the Director of Camp Over Where?
ADAM
If you choose to describe this way, though “Director,” is a strong term when you get down to it. I have your verbose job!
SYDNEY
Camp announcements?
ADAM
Indeed! You see, I am a demon.
[CLICK]
MYSTERY MAN
In that moment, the terrible creature bowed to Sydney, making a mockery of man. And yet, as it leaned down before him, its eyes held a glimmer of reverence and fear.
[CLICK]
SYDNEY
A demon!
ADAM
The demon! Your college familiar, do you not remember? Occult musings and magics of all the sort!
SYDNEY
Oh… oh, I think I do! Up and Adam!
ADAM
Just Adam, beloved. Yes, we had so much fun together, you and me. What, with your Ouija boards and your red candles. I was your guide, your sentinel through the hermetic, and in times of turmoil, your dearest confidant. [CHUCKLES] Oh, I’ve simply missed you!
SYDNEY
What are you doing here?
ADAM
Ah, well. I’ve always envied your humanity, you know. All those feelings and emotions. So, I took it upon myself to… become human. And I’ve taken your job to see what all the living [AUDIBLY GRINNING, WITH A TWANG] fuss is about.
SYDNEY
Hm.
ADAM
Quite spectacular, is it not?
SYDNEY
[CHEERFULLY] Congratulations on the blood!
ADAM
Oh, but it doesn’t sound like you’re truly living, now does it?
SYDNEY
It’s certainly painful.
ADAM
How so?
SYDNEY
This is not what I’m here to talk about.
ADAM
Oh, please. I know. The children, my delightful charges, I will have a word. Fussy little things, they are! So full of blood! You have my promise that they will not terrorize your camp any longer. Ah, well, you have my word that I will do my best to stop them. But, I’m sure you know the middle-schooler is a far more capable animal than your average wayward demon. We should frankly be grateful that their intentions are little more than ill-executed mischief.
SYDNEY
You should be able to control them, if you’re in charge.
ADAM
In charge is a rather strong term.
SYDNEY
Please tell me you have a medically capable staff member. A nurse? Even just someone who can wrap a bandage.
ADAM
Oh, yes. I believe her name is Jane, though you may know her as the Deer with No Face, yes?
SYDNEY
She’s a registered nurse?
ADAM
Indeed! Ms. Doe finished her degree just last winter!
SYDNEY
Wow. Good for her.
ADAM
Good for her, undeniably! Now, did you bring what I asked of you?
SYDNEY
Oh, yeah! Um, a sharp knife and uh, preserves?
ADAM
Splendid! Splendid!
[JAR OPENING]
SYDNEY
Why the knife?
ADAM
I’m not going to eat with my fingers like some uncivilized sludge ferret. Unless, of course, there’s trail mix involved. Then all bets are off. [HE CHUCKLES]
[MOUTH FULL OF JAM, SLURPING] Now. Please, lean on a familiar shoulder, pun intended. Hehe. 🙂 What ails you, my dearest?
SYDNEY
I’m interested in why you’re reaching out to me now—
ADAM
[INTERRUPTING] Sydney, Sydney, Sydney. [TSK TSK TSK] You’re focusing on all the wrong things. Tell me, how does it feel to be a walking corpse? To have your lover playing puppeteer with your lifeless body? [SLURP]
SYDNEY
Er, you got a little—uhm.
ADAM
[SLURP] You’re avoiding the question, beautiful.
SYDNEY
It doesn’t feel great.
ADAM
Oh, I imagine not.
SYDNEY
But he won’t hear it. I’ve had to do a lot of apologizing lately.
ADAM
Hmm. Well, why not kill yourself?
SYDNEY
I beg your pardon?
ADAM
I am serious! You’re living no life, nor are you meant to. This is not a suggestion of mere suicide, but a completion of what is meant to be. You’ve died already, no? Is this misery not an expression of necromatic dysphoria?
SYDNEY
I can’t just—I mean, Jedidiah would be devastated.
ADAM
Perhaps.
SYDNEY
And I’d miss him.
ADAM
But you admit that the release sounds pleasant.
[A LONG PAUSE]
SYDNEY
I don’t know.
ADAM
I suggest you consider the option. As your familiar, I know you well and intimately, my dear.
SYDNEY
Is it wise to take advice from a demon?
ADAM
The question certainly hasn’t stopped you before. [SLURP] What do you want, Sydney?
SYDNEY
Hmm. I want Jedidiah. I want him to be happy.
ADAM
Ah, the turmoils of love. What a cockeyed obsession! To deny your very nature in pursuit!
SYDNEY
Are you still my familiar then? Can I trust you to protect me?
ADAM
I am but a humble human-demon. No longer do I possess any chthonic abilities. But! [TAMBOURINE JINGLING] I can play a wonderful jig! Come! Come! Make merry!
[JINGLES AND DRUMMING]
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[CLICK]
JEDIDIAH
[WITH INCREDIBLE ANNOYANCE] Hi. It’s time for everyone’s least favorite part of the day—lunch announcements.
No, the kitchen staff did not find the source of the mysterious crunch in your Surprise Mystery Meat. They’re calling it ‘textural enrichment.’ I’m calling it ‘grounds for a health inspection.’
…
Today’s menu is… let me check… oh, excellent. It’s Tuesday Taco Tower Day—except it’s Sunday! For those of you unfamiliar with the horror, it involves a structurally questionable stack of tortillas, canned beans, and shredded cheese, plus… [HE SHUDDERS, MAKING A NOISE OF DISGUST] the addition of the Tower Energy.
A reminder that I am meant to give you: if your tower collapses and takes someone else out, that is a you issue, even though we should really help you out. I am, against my will, required to tell you on behalf of “Tower Energy.”
For dessert, we’ll be having powdered gelatin. Again. Because we’re not allowed to have anything nice.
In other news, Camp Here & There has won the game of capture the flag. Whoopee.
Posy Panic has not emerged from the cocoon, however. I am told this is a cause for concern. So. Be concerned.
Activities include… Christ. “Extreme Friendship Bracelet Making,” where campers will attempt to weave bracelets while suspended upside-down from trees. Nothing says true friendship like a concussion.
Next, we have “Interpretive Squirrel Dancing.” It involves imitating the erratic movements of our local rodent population while wearing acorn hats. How… delightful.
Oh, and here’s a crowd favorite: “Competitive Cloud Watching.” Points are awarded for the most creative hallucinations. I mean, interpretations. Winner gets to name the next mysterious fungus that inevitably sprouts in the showers.
For our aquatic enthusiasts, we’re offering “Synchronized Drowning.”
…
That’s it. Enjoy your meal. Or don’t.
And remember, if your lifelong partner of 17 years is currently testing your patience by gallivanting off to meet a potentially dangerous, clearly nefarious entity, against all sound advice and common sense—AGAIN—I suppose that’s just par for the course around here.
[VOICE RISING] No, I’m perfectly fine with the fact that my impulsive, overly trusting boyfriend is gone right now. I’m not at all concerned for what his destructive curiosity and misplaced optimism might lead him into.
Thanks. Goodbye.
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ADAM
[CHUCKLING] Do you remember the night we first met, my dear? It was a crisp autumn evening in your dormitory. A vessel of knowledge and youthful promise in [STATIC] Erie, Pennsylvania. The air was thick with the scent of cheap incense and the nervous perspiration of a fledgling occultist-to-be.
You had arranged your room in a perfect compass of salt, candles flickering at each cardinal point. A kaleidoscope of soft phantasms danced on the walls. Your roommate was out for the night—probably at some mundane human gathering—leaving you free to dabble in the pleasantries of the dark arts without interruption.
I can still see you, knelt on the floor, your tangled hair tied back with a worn rubber band, wearing that preposterous “Necromancers Do It With Dead People” t-shirt you found so clever. Darling, the joke does not land.
But guidance was what you wanted. Respite, sanctuary, a bubble of providence to aid in your magical pursuit of your deepest covet: health.
Your hands were shaking as you read from that tattered grimoire that you’d found in the back of a second-hand bookshop. Eighty cents. The steal of a century. The words tumbled from your lips, ancient syllables you barely understood. But oh, your conviction! I could taste your desperation, your hunger for solace. A siren song I couldn’t resist.
And then, with a final, guttural utterance, I was there. Not physically, mind you. No, my presence was… far more subtle. [SHAKING TAMBOURINE] It started as a whisper in the back of your mind, a gentle caress of cold fingers along your spine.
You sat remarkably still, unsure of your senses. Had it worked?
[QUIETER] “It worked… perfectly.” I said, though you did not hear. You knew. Tendrils of my essence seeped through, invisible and intangible, to brush against your spirit.
Your grimoire fell from your nerveless fingers as you sat back, breathing a giddy laugh from your chest.
I had required a name, as is customary for establishing a familiar’s contract. And what is it that you decided, then?
SYDNEY
Up and Adam.
ADAM
A ridiculous moniker. You thought yourself quite the wit, didn’t you?
However, after giving your chosen name some thought, I started to find a certain… charm to it. Your badinage was an indication of your jocularity in the face of a higher power. A refusal to be intimidated by the forces that be. It was almost… [HE SUCKS IN] endearing, in a way.
[A SOUND OF CONTENTMENT] And so, I embraced it. “Up and Adam” I was! I would be your faithful familiar, your sentry, your friend.
I made sure you knew that I was not to be played ducks and drakes with. I may have accepted your little witticism, but I was still a demon.
Eventually, we developed a certain…rapport, you and I. Many nights spent exploring the finer mysticism, indulging your woes, sharing stories of our respective worlds—yours of flesh and blood, mine of the chthonic and metaphysical.
You came to to trust my counsel. And I… you weren’t the worst charge. There was a spark in you that I had felt a certain… [HE PURRS] je ne sais quoi.
But all that is good must end, mustn’t it? [STATIC STARTING UP] The world has a way of intruding on even the most cloistered of existences, after all. But—
SYDNEY
[STATIC SPIKES] OUW!
ADAM
Oh! My apologies!
[ADAM WALKS OVER TO SOOTHE HIM]
[CLICK]
MYSTERY MAN
The terrible creature, despite a clear path to fulfillment, was inhibited by its nature. Its hunger for the release of the boy’s mortal coil was no doubt an all-consuming ache.
ADAM
Are you quite alright, my dearest?
[FOOTSTEPS]
MYSTERY MAN
But a demon cannot snuff out the life it has been bound to…
SYDNEY
Yeah, yeah, um. I’m fine–
MYSTERY MAN
No matter how fervently it may wish to do so.
SYDNEY
Just a… a headache. It happens sometimes since… you know, um…
MYSTERY MAN
No matter how broken our laws may be.
ADAM
Ah, yes. The pesky side effects of being denied the sweet embrace of slumber. You have my most heartfelt condolences, my dear.
SYDNEY
[SHAKY BREATH] Thanks… um, I think.
ADAM
[BRIGHTLY] Now, where were we? [TAMBOURINE] Ah, yes! The golden days of our youth!
SYDNEY
I’m not sure I’d call my college years “golden.” I don’t like thinking about it.
ADAM
[CHUCKLING] But that’s what made it so delightful! Watching you navigate the treacherous waters of higher education, all while trying to maintain your hopeless GPA. [LAUGHING] What an uproar!
SYDNEY
[LAUGHS ALONG] Glad I could provide!
[A PAUSE]
I best be gettin’ back… Jedidiah will be upset if I linger too long. Um, will I see you again?
ADAM
Sweetness, I would be offended if you didn’t.
SYDNEY
And please keep those kids in line.
ADAM
What did I say, gorgeous? I will talk to them.
SYDNEY
Alright.
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SYDNEY
Good evening, my ravenous rascals! It’s 19:05PM and I am reporting for duty! The sky has settled into a delightful shade of periwinkle, like the fur of a friendly beast. You know what they say, periwinkle at night, werewolf’s delight!
I’m pleased to report that my meeting with the mysterious Over Where Director was a smashing success! Well, maybe not smashing—no property damage or illicit dealings involved, thankfully. But it was certainly illuminating! The director is actually an old friend of mine.
We had a lovely chat over jam, and I’m confident that our little feud will soon be a thing of the past. Turns out, he’s quite the charmer. A real [SLYLY] demon in the sack, if you know what I mean.
JEDIDIAH
[SPUTTERING] S-sydney!
SYDNEY
Kidding, kidding, kidding!
In other news, the arts and crafts cabin has been successfully de-raccooned. So feel free to unleash your creativity bugs once more! And if you’re going to make a life-size sculpture of your favorite camp counselor, make sure it’s anatomically correct. We have standards to uphold here, after all. Not sculpting the proper intra–musculature of the noble human heart would certainly be a disgrace to those who bear it!
And it appears Posy has finally emerged from her cocoon like a fresh babe! She now sports a stunning set of wings, resplendent in mingling hues of chartreuse and magenta. The intricate patterns swirling across her delicate membranes shimmer and spiral with each flutter. Indeed, Posy’s metamorphosis has imbued within her the divine fractal.
Congratulations on higher ascension, Posy! [HE CLAPS] I do hope this helps your panic!
[AHEM] According to reports from Rowan and Juniper, cabin Magpie Moth is currently a bit… crowded and overrun, so we’ll be having a few counselors renovate the former Cabin Dungbeetle, which is currently a pile of rubble. Build, build, build upwards! What could go wrong?
[PAPER SHUFFLING] Alright, kids. Tonight’s dinner is sure to knock your socks off. And hopefully not any other articles of clothing! Matthew has lovingly cooked up the Lasagna of Questionable Depth. He claims it’s a “bottomless lasagna,” but no one knows what happens if you reach the bottom. One camper swears they found a pair of boots and a coin from 1785 buried halfway down!
After dinner, we’ve got a real special activity planned: [EXCITEDLY] Simon Says! Oh Simon, Our big buddy Simon! We all know him! Simon! [HE LAUGHS] [WITH STERN SEVERITY] Do as he says.
And we’ve got a rousing game of “Pin the Tail on the Counselor” going. Jedidiah has graciously volunteered to be our donkey for the evening. Let’s see how many more unicorn tails we can stick on him before he loses his patience and—
JEDIDIAH
[CLEARS THROAT LOUDLY]
SYDNEY
Er, I mean, he has politely asked us to, quote, “stop.” Heh.
Here’s a fun note: Tomorrow morning, ecology expert counselor Gracie is taking a few interested campers on a nature hike! We’ll learn about the birds, the bees, and the chicanery of the noble mushroom!
And finally, a quick memo: if you spot any strange, shadowy figures lurking around the edges of camp, don’t be alarmed. It’s probably just my newfound pal, Adam! 🙂
Okay, sleep tight little sardines. Life is short, laughter is the best medicine, and if a demon offers you a jam session… take it! [HE LAUGHS]
On the ‘morrow!
[CLICK]
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JEDIDIAH
A demon?
SYDNEY
It’s really fine.
JEDIDIAH
You know how I feel about that.
SYDNEY
Come on. When’s the last time you’ve been to service?
JEDIDIAH
[GRUNT]
SYDNEY
And Lucille is even more Godless than you these days.
JEDIDIAH
This is mean of you. You’re being mean right now.
SYDNEY
Okay, sorry.
JEDIDIAH
[SIGH] It’s alright. Just promise me… promise me you won’t let him get too close. I don’t get a good feeling. I really can’t—I don’t think I could handle… I need you to take care of yourself.
SYDNEY
Mhm.
JEDIDIAH
Promise?
SYDNEY
I promise, Jeddie.
JEDIDIAH
Okay… also that joke was not funny.
SYDNEY
[AMUSED] Are you actually worried?
JEDIDIAH
No, no, of course not. But it’s—it’s not respectful.
SYDNEY
[HE SIGHS] …Yes sir.
JEDIDIAH
Right…
[CLOCK TICKING]
JEDIDIAH
Alright. Let’s get to bed.
[CLICK]
[CLICK]
[WALKING]
SYDNEY
Ghost Recorder! Jedidiah is asleep, so I’ve taken some time to myself. A bit of fresh air and contemplation should do me good.
[WALKING]
The grounds are still at this hour. The moon hangs low tonight, as ethereal as ever. My dear friend. [HE SIGHS] I’ve always loved this sight.
[WALKING]
MYSTERY MAN
The leaves crunch underneath his feet, their brittle remnants mingling with the damp grass as he walks without shoes, craving sensation. He feels the absence of his own weight, and he contemplates his lot—a pale imitation of lifeblood. Whatever it is that he was now. This beautiful place, which once brought him solace, now felt like a handsome cage.
He continues his stroll towards the lake’s edge. The water ripples gently against the rocky shore. He sits, staring at the stars reflecting in the still surface.
His reflection is crystalline, which he observes for some time. [SOFT SPLASHING SOUNDS] He chooses to wash himself.
He begins to dip his foot into the frigid lake, and braces for the bite of cold. He expects the familiar jolt of ice to gnash up his spine. He tenses his muscles in a pleasant anticipation.
But there is no bite, only a dull discomfort, like the pain of a dream. The remembrance of feeling, but no color. The boy had understood this reality for some time, but only now had he known. Only now does he realize that he remembers a before.
He runs his hands over his legs as he submerges them, applying pressure, pinching the skin, and he can feel the rising goosebumps under his fingers. He understands what he is touching. Yet, his externals are numb to all but the most extreme stimuli. His body would feel as if it were cased in cotton.
It isn’t until he notices the clouding water that he realizes he has scratched through the skin of his legs.
SYDNEY
[BITTER CHUCKLE] Maybe Adam was right.
[A LONG PAUSE]
But I think of Jedidiah. Of the way his voice trembles when he speaks to me.
MYSTERY MAN
He moves his hands beneath the surface.
SYDNEY
I move my hands beneath the surface.
MYSTERY MAN
Concentric circles ripple out from his arms. A fish slips past his fingers.
SYDNEY
I envy its ability to glide through the depths. What I wouldn’t give to sink beneath the current, to let the water fill my lungs and cleanse me inside…
But I can’t. [SOUND OF WATER LAPPING] I made a promise to him.
MYSTERY MAN
He ignores the centipede in his reflection.
Today’s episode of Camp Here & There was written and directed by Blue Wolfe.
The role of Sydney Sargent was performed by Blue Wolfe.
The role of Jedidiah Martin was performed by Voicebox Vance.
The role of Up and Adam was performed by Dio Garner
The role of Mystery Man was performed by Jalin Askins
With original music composed by Will Wood and produced by Jonathon Maisto.
Additional music composed by Kyle Gabler and Another You.
Dialogue editing by Emily Safko.
Sound design by Blue Wolfe and Another You.
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