Ian isn't looking for trouble, so when he wakes up in a hospital unaware of what has happened to him, he refuses to find out the truth. Why would he want to remember something that might be too much to handle? The past is the past, isn't it?
But the...
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01:11 PM
Nicole got so engaged in "the mystery" that she just can't stop coming up with ideas.
"Maybe you should wear the same clothes as, you know, that night," she suggested. "The more familiar objects, the easier it will be to trigger your memory." That's a terrible idea, Nicole. Have you looked outside the window? The sky's literally black. The clouds look heavy and hostile. Yeah, I'm not wearing a t-shirt. And there's no way I'm taking white sneakers to the forest again. Not worth it. So when I say she's coming up with ideas, I mean she's coming up with useless ideas. It's not raining anymore, but I still think we're not the smartest for going out when the weather is so unpredictable. We're all aware of it, and yet none of us suggests waiting. We're curious. We're going.
2:20 PM
EXT. THE ENTRANCE OF THE FOREST – GLOOMY DAY
Ian, Bobbie, and Nicole are getting close to the entrance.
IAN
It's 2:20, we're getting close to the forest -
NICOLE
(not noticing that Ian's recording)
- Yeah, we know. We have eyes.
IAN
(pointing at his voice recorder)
There's a couple of paths I could have walked that night, –
NICOLE
- Who are you ta... –
IAN
- Shh! I told you, guys. It's for my journal.
BOBBIE
Is this really necessary?
IAN
Maybe not. I mean, I know that I don't have to talk to myself anymore, cause I can talk to you, guys, but, I don't know, it's just, I've been documenting everything and it just feels, I don't know, wrong, I guess, to just stop now, without an ending.
(PAUSE)
So, anyway, there's a couple of paths I could've walked that night, but I don't know which one I chose. So, I say, let's start with the one that is the closest to the main road. I think that would make sense, right?
(panting, the wind is sharp)
It's cold... and gloomy. Not to sound poetic, or anything, but it feels like the weather is rushing us. Or maybe it wants us to go back, I couldn't tell, I don't speak Weatherish.
