Who Will Escape?

The Final One Left. Vincent Welles

Octavia
You've got to be joking, now we're dealing with a crazy person?

Alexis whimpers. Rita rolls her eyes.

He sees impossible things—horrifying things. He would stare endlessly at lightbulbs. I never knew what he saw, but it seemed like he was trying to burn holes into his eyes.

Daniel
Burn holes into his eyes? Who does that? That's absolutely crazy!

His sanity may be gone, but his heart is good. He hid something in the dining room, but I was never able to find it.

Daniel sighs, rubbing his temples and shoves the book aside. "He honestly sounds like he's lose his sanity."

Alexis
Not looking forward to it..

Alec takes a deep breath then stands up and begins to search the shelves. "Well, let's get to searching for something."

"What else did it say?" asks Trey. "Anything that's actually helpful for us?"

Alec and Bethany are too invested in their search to acknowledge Trey's question.

"Oh my god, wait!" Bethany grabs an odd little box from a nearby desk. "What's this you guys?"

"It has the symbol." Alec points out as the others surround them.

Bethany
It's locked, as usual, with a combination. No surprise..

"There's four numbers." mutters Alec under his breath as his fingers glide over the lock.

"Wait, maybe this is something." Daniel points. "There's colors. There's black, grey, green, and yellow."

"That's blue!" Rita snaps.

Alexis
Lightbulbs.

Bethany
Of course! It said that Vincent likes lightbulbs.

Alec
They do come in many different colors. There's got to be some lightbulbs around here.

"The lightbulbs." The words come out of Alec's mouth a little shaky. "Check the lightbulbs everyone."

They do as Alec says. They search for the lightbulbs. At first, nothing comes of it, but just as Amarie is about to give up on the whole damn idea in general, she hears Bethany's voice. "Hey guys?"

"What?"

"This lightbulb isn't on." Bethany brushes her hair back. "And I know this was always on."

Bethany
And I was fucking right!

Bethany unscrews the bulb from its lamp. "Yes!" She holds it up. It's yellow, and there's a big number one burned into its glass. "Yellow!"

"We should find more of those." Rita starts marching around, a sense of urgency in her voice.

"Yeah, we need to find more lightbulbs." Daniel agrees rather calmly.