Subject 1: Are you doing alright?

Subject 2: [Subject hesitates.] It was just another round. Nothing I can't endure again. [Subject coughs slightly, raises arm to site of multiple injections.]

Subject 1: This probably isn't what you want to hear right now, but they want us alive. For something. It hurts, but that's what I tell myself. I'm not going to die. There's a point at the end of this. Something.

Subject 2: What a relief.

Subject 1: It's something.

Subject 2: [After long pauses, Subject continues.] Should have gone with the deer.

Subject 1: ...what are you talking about?

Subject 2: I knew I was an Extra since I was five. We lived way out in the country, where someone could take me and I'd never be missed. I would be looking out the window of the house and there would be deer there. Sometimes dozens. They would watch our car pass out the driveway. My parents put barbed wire up around the property. Shot them. They started showing up on car drives, when we visited relatives. They would never be in the road, though... they were scarily intelligent. It's all in the eyes.

Subject 1: [Subject blinks. Eyes have dilated pupils and irises are changing in colors. She shuts them.] The eyes...

Subject 2: Sorry.

Subject 1: I'm not sensitive about it. Are you?

Subject 2: Mine are mainly fine. [Noted pause.]

Subject 1: Please continue.

Subject 2: Anyways, some of the deer would be wearing crowns of sticks, the fawns would have entire maps of constellations on their hides, and the stags had strange birds on their antlers. It got intense near the end, but it never reached an abduction. It was just something I dealt with, kind of dreaded... stopped going outside towards the end, and since I was homeschooled anyways, I went a little stir crazy. Let's just say I have experience with d-dull, empty rooms I can't get out of--

Subject 1: You should've looked it up. There's lots of ways to get around abduction, in theory... I mean, they say it'll come for whoever it comes for, but then again, a lot of abductees are practically begging for it.

Subject 2: [Subject groans.] Yeesh, tell me about it. Not looking forwards to being around a bunch of pricks who got to dance around in some fairy kingdom for a year while we were suffering endless physical torture.

Subject 1: I don't know. I feel like we should at least give people a fighting chance.

Subject 2: Whatever.

Subject 1: We're going to need you on a muzzle.

Subject 2: Bark.

Subject 1: [Subject giggles] Stop that. So, did you ever do any research?

Subject 2: I looked into it, but my parents didn't want to let me accept it. Wouldn't let me read any books on it, checked my browsing history as soon as I was done using the computer...

Subject 1: That's awful.

Subject 2: They love me. They wanted to protect me. It only sounds awful when you make it... it's not like I minded. I mean, the browser thing sucked a little when I was older and wanted to research other things, but I found ways around it.

Subject 1: [Subject laughs, which comes out as a chirrup, and she covers her mouth.] Don't tell me that!

Subject 2: Plus, my parents and I were-- are-- like this. [Subject crosses two of his fingers.]

Subject 1: I can barely see that through the wall, you know. Are you crossing... your fingers?

Subject 2: Yes.

Subject 1: What's that supposed to mean?

Subject 2: [Subject clears throat.] Tight.

Subject 1: You have... the longest fingernails.

Subject 2: Gee, I wonder why. It's almost like my DNA has been commingled with that of another species.

Subject 1: You are the biggest dork.

Subject 2: [Subject laughs. This trails off to nigh uncomfortable silence. Eventually, subject opens mouth, closes it. All teeth are nearing final stage much faster than originally hoped.] They should have let me go with the deer.

Subject 1: Can I say something selfish?
Subject 2: Say whatever you want.

Subject 1: I'm glad you're here. I don't know if I'd be able to take it alone.

Subject 2: Don't say that.

Subject 1: Sorry.

Subject 2: No. It's just... they'll separate us.

Subject 1: Do you think they're listening?
Subject 2: They have to be. [Subject pauses, eyes camera. Subject proceeds to whisper into wall.]

Subject 1: Don't worry. That's not going to happen. I won't let it.

Subject 2: I'd die first.

Subject 1: Stop being melodramatic.

Subject 2: You first.

Subject 1: Ha ha... ha. Alright, you got me. [Silence ensues.] You got me.

[SURVEILLANCE ENDS.]