Get Out If You Can

Hunter | I Saw Her, Then I Didn't

"That's it," Matt says, sitting down on a chair in the corner. I'm not in the least moved by his explanation and I'm pretty sure no one else is either.

Here's what he said. Apparently, while he was moving out of the house the party in question was at, he chanced upon someone in a corridor. I don't understand that one part – apparently, Caitlyn was unconscious, so how did he realize there was someone in that corridor? His explanation to that was he'd seen half of her body from where he was standing – but how the hell was he the only one who saw her, if it was that obvious?

It could have been possible, indeed, but likely? No way.

He then said he'd tried to wake her – but he was failing, miserably, so he decided to leave her somewhere so someone could find her and make her their problem. Her clothes were awry, he'd said, all messed up – and her hair was out of her braid.

He'd also said that he'd been called for interrogation a while after this happened. Apparently Caitlyn told her parents what happened and they, very reluctantly, decided to ask for an inquiry. They'd still thought she was crazy, maybe. This happened after she came back from wherever she'd gone to.

When Matt was asked to narrate what happened, he denied everything, in his words.

If he was even a little concerned, and if she was in that sort of a condition – why didn't he take her back himself? If he had wanted nothing to do with the whole deal at all, then why'd he interfere?

He can't answer that.

"I don't know!" Matt says, spreading his arms in a gesture of hopelessness. "I'm not like you, the hero! I've got stakes! I've got to keep myself out of –"

"Trouble?" Emilie asks, or rather, whispers. There's a small smile on her lips. "Please."

"'Course not," he says. "Gotta keep myself out of – certain – loops."

"Evidently that was more important than saving her? When you could?" I ask, and Diego nods. His face is awkwardly scrunched up, and I have a slight idea that he might be trying to remember something about that day.

"I don't know," Matt says, giving up. "I'm sorry."

"What good will it do, apologizing to us?" Diego says, shaking his head. "Either way. Do you have anything else to say?"

"No," Matt says. "How many dates are left on the computer?"

"A couple more," Diego replies, walking towards the desk and sitting in the armchair. He clicks on a thumbnail.

"There's no date here," he says. "There are pictures of – I really can't say what – and here there's some sort of an audio file."

"Do the pictures first," Alison says, walking closer. Diego clicks on the first one.

It's really blurry, from what I can tell. In its frame, there's a bunch of people – three people – with their backs turned to the camera. One of them is a girl, with long, dark hair. I can't see her face, but I can tell she's pretty. Like the girl I met when I binged at the bar for the first time in my life – oh, but I've gotta stop thinking about that. I never learnt a lot at AA, apart from the fact that it was better to forget than to remember.

The girl in the picture doesn't only look pretty, she looks afraid. I don't think they're doing anything to her apart from talking. Both the men have got their arms behind their backs.

Diego clicks on the 'next' button, and the screen's filled with the next picture. It's of the same scene, not one bit clearer. The next picture's more or less the same.