Connected
[CLICK]
[CAREFUL, STICKY, MOVEMENT BY THE ARCHIVIST AND BASIRA AS CHITTERING, BUZZING AND AN ABYSSAL VOID ECHOES AROUND THEM]
ARCHIVIST
Watch your step. Long way down.
BASIRA
[Sighs] It’s fine, the stickiness helps.
[ARCHIVIST GRUNTS]
Come on.
ARCHIVIST
Right behind you.
BASIRA
Feeling better now are we? Without those horrible sunny skies and fresh winds?
ARCHIVIST
Yes, the colossal web stretching down into an endless pit is a significant improvement.
BASIRA
Don’t pretend like you’re joking.
ARCHIVIST
At least I can think straight now. So we have a chance to – Don’t touch that one!
[BASIRA BRUSHES AGAINST A STRAND WHICH THRUMS AND ECHOES WITH HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALS, AND THE CADENCE OF BUZZING SOUNDS CHANGE WITH THE REVERBERATIONS]
BASIRA
Sorry.
ARCHIVIST
…
It’s okay. She already knew I was here, I just… I hoped we might be able to sneak you in.
BASIRA
I’m guessing she’s waiting at the centre?
[STATIC OF KNOWING RISES FAINTLY]
ARCHIVIST
Naturally. They both are. Martin is… he’s okay. He’s… scared, but also… frustrated.
BASIRA
You can’t see Annabelle’s plan?
ARCHIVIST
I know she has something to tell me… and i-it’s about the hole below us… her thoughts are all down there… and the threads are so closely woven, I-I follow them out and in and down and through the strands of web and twisting tape and down and down and down into the chasm into the emptiness that stretches out below –
BASIRA
Woah! Woah!
[ARCHIVIST LOSES BALANCE BUT BASIRA STEADIES HIM AS STATIC FADES]
Careful! Careful.
ARCHIVIST
Thanks.
There’s a – Sorry, there’s a s-sort of pull to it.
[THEY BOTH SIGH IN VARYING MANNERS OF RELIEF]
Every time I get a glimpse of it, it draws me in…
BASIRA
What’s down there?
ARCHIVIST
I don’t know.
BASIRA
That makes a change.
ARCHIVIST
It’s… somewhere else.
That’s all I’ve got.
[THE ARCHIVIST EXHALES HEAVILY THEN STICKY FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE]
BASIRA
So. The tapes. They’re from the Web, then?
ARCHIVIST
Looks like it.
BASIRA
Were they always? Right from the start?
ARCHIVIST
As far as I can tell, it’s hard to s– If I look too closely at them, my own voice, things get… recursive, hard to follow.
BASIRA
I always assumed they were with The Eye. The whole ‘watching, listening, waiting’ thing, y’know?
ARCHIVIST
No, they were always using them to spin their own web. Out of my words.
BASIRA
Mine too.
ARCHIVIST
True.
BASIRA
But what for? And why here?
ARCHIVIST
I, uh –
[TRIES TO ‘KNOW’ BUT GOES UNSTEADY AS STATIC BRIEFLY RISES ALONG WITH HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALS]
BASIRA
Forget I asked.
ARCHIVIST
Oh! Ooh. Hmm.
BASIRA
Can’t keep catching you every two minutes.
ARCHIVIST
Heh.
BASIRA
At some point I’ll give in to the temptation.
ARCHIVIST
[Sarcastic] Hah hah.
BASIRA
Different question, then. How do we play this one?
ARCHIVIST
You get Martin to safety, then I deal with Annabelle Cane.
BASIRA
Right.
I think we should hear her out first.
ARCHIVIST
Excuse me?
BASIRA
Before you “deal with her”, we should try to get some answers. All of this… taking Martin… she wants to talk.
ARCHIVIST
She’s had plenty of chances. She didn’t need to kidnap him.
BASIRA
Sure, but maybe she –
What? What’s with the look?
ARCHIVIST
How are you feeling, Basira?
BASIRA
[Sharply] Do you want to look inside my head? See if it’s full of spiders?
ARCHIVIST
I –
No, I’m sorry. I-I trust you.
BASIRA
How are you feeling?
ARCHIVIST
[Sighs] Yes, alright, you don’t need to make a point.
BASIRA
Yes I do. You’re too close to this, and I need to make sure you aren’t going to do anything dumb.
Situation like this, we can’t make rash assumptions. Right?
ARCHIVIST
Right.
But if she hurts Martin, all bets are off.
BASIRA
If she hurts Martin, I’ll be right there with you.
[HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALS AS THEY BEGIN TO MOVE OFF]
[CLICK]
[CLICK]
[HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALS RISE BEFORE FADING BACK AT FREQUENT INTERVALS AND THE WIND IS STRONGER HERE, ALONG WITH THE INSECT BUZZING]
[A FEW RECORDERS PLAY OLD STATEMENTS, TOO FAINT TO BE HEARD DISTINCTLY THOUGH VOICES ARE RECOGNISABLY THOSE OF ARCHIVE STAFF]
[MARTIN HAS GIVEN UP STRUGGLING, RESTRAINED IN WEBBING TO THE CHAIR]
ANNABELLE
He’s getting close.
MARTIN
[Archly] As if you could hear him over all this racket.
ANNABELLE
[Chuckles] I am sorry you find them irritating.
They’re a side effect of the very specific way this web has been spun.
I thought you liked his voice?
MARTIN
I do, when it’s his voice. I’ve never liked the statements. It always felt – Yeah.
ANNABELLE
Well, you can trust me when I say you’ll be hearing his real voice very soon.
MARTIN
I can’t see anything. How can you tell?
ANNABELLE
Vibrations.
MARTIN
Urgh, yes, web, vibrations, sure. But that’s not actually what’s happening here is it? So why don’t you just tell me straight? It’s not like I’m going to run off. I’d only trip over my own feet and fall in, even if I tried.
ANNABELLE
It’s a good way to visualise these things. Symbols and metaphor… they give easy channels for the Great Powers to flow through. Ready forms for their energy to manifest.
MARTIN
Blah, blah, dream logic, blah. I’ve had this lecture before.
ANNABELLE
You’d prefer we stay silent until he arrives?
MARTIN
I’d hardly call this silence.
ANNABELLE
I’d stop them if I could.
MARTIN
Fine.
Let’s talk, then.
ANNABELLE
Alright.
[THE PAUSE IS LONG AND AWKWARD]
Is there anything you want to talk about?
MARTIN
I don’t know! It’s kind of hard to think of small talk suspended over an endless void!
ANNABELLE
You’re perfectly safe as long as you don’t do anything foolish and unstick yourself.
MARTIN
Ah, yeah, yeah. You say that, but it seems like you’ve got this whole thing prepared for John, and I don’t really know whether I should be trying to derail it, or whether that’s just what you want me to do, and, and so doing nothing is actually the right thing, y’know? And… you’re a hard person to talk to.
ANNABELLE
Why? Because of what I say, or because of the assumptions you make about my motives?
MARTIN
Either. Both.
ANNABELLE
I see.
[ANOTHER FRUSTRATING PAUSE]
We could play a game?
MARTIN
Uhhh…
ANNABELLE
Twenty questions? Animal, vegetable or mineral?
MARTIN
Animal. Does it have eight legs? Yes. Is it a spider? Yes. Oh look, I win.
ANNABELLE
[Smiling] On edge, are we?
MARTIN
Of course I am! You’ve stuck me in a weird interdimensional web, and threatened to fill me with spiders!
ANNABELLE
No. I said I had “considered” filling you with spiders.
MARTIN
Yeah, whatever. The point is there was a time when it was very much your go-to option! And this one time I chose to almost trust you, you’ve immediately turned around and used me as bait!
ANNABELLE
I haven’t broken your trust.
MARTIN
Wh-What?
The deal was you’d tell me a way to end this without John trapping himself in that tower. Using me to trap him here instead, in the most hackneyed metaphor imaginable, is not exactly what I had in mind.
ANNABELLE
Perhaps I was wrong about how well suited you are to us. I’m not sure you have the patience for The Web.
MARTIN
Oh, piss off.
ANNABELLE
…
You don’t need to worry about John.
MARTIN
You’re literally luring him into a trap. This trap. This one right here.
[MARTIN MOTIONS AND TWANGS THE WEB, SETTING OFF STRONG REVERBERATIONS]
ANNABELLE
Please don’t do that.
Technically, yes. This is a trap. But the only one in actual danger is going to be me. If he chooses to kill me, I can’t stop him. Not even here. And you’re not bait, you’re just… an invitation.
MARTIN
Oh. Wonderful. I can’t wait to attend the Annabelle Cane Show.
ANNABELLE
Huh! You know, I did consider it once.
MARTIN
Excuse me?
ANNABELLE
A TV show. Reaching out into the homes of millions, giving the more vulnerable ones a subtle nudge towards terror. Probably something for children. It never went anywhere, of course. These things rarely do.
MARTIN
I’m, I’m sorry, what are you talking about?
ANNABELLE
You’re the one that didn’t want to wait in silence.
MARTIN
W– Yeah, well –
[CHITTERING, BUZZING AND HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALS CHANGE CADENCE]
Wait… Wait, hang on, is that him?
ANNABELLE
Yes. I guess you’re better with the Web than we thought.
MARTIN
And – Wait, ha– No, uh… is that… Basira? He – He’s got Basira with him!
ANNABELLE
Yes.
I did wonder if that would be the case.
Interesting.
And unfortunate for me. That’s two heads we’ll need to keep cool. My odds aren’t looking good.
MARTIN
Odds don’t matter if you’ve stacked the deck.
ANNABELLE
True. Now settle back. Try to look… intentional.
MARTIN
What does that mean?
ANNABELLE
They’re going to expect a suitably elaborate scene when they arrive, a monstrous tableau. I’d hate to disappoint them.
MARTIN
Right…
[MARTIN GINGERLY TRIES TO ADJUST HIS POSITION]
So, w-were you thinking something like this, or – ?
[ANNABELLE SIGHS, THEN RELEASES A BURST OF WEBBING, GAGGING HIM, AND STICKING HIM FIRMLY TO THE CHAIR]
[MUFFLED INDIGNANCY]
ANNABELLE
My apologies for the inconvenience, but appearances are everything, Martin. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to change into something more suitable.
[BONE CRACKS AND FLESH TEARS, ACCOMPANIED BY A TWISTED STATIC CRACKLE, AS ANNABELLE REVEALS THIS WASN’T EVEN HER FINAL FORM]
[ANNABELLE’S VOICE IS DEEPER FROM HERE ON OUT AND TAPE RECORDERS CAN NO LONGER BE HEARD]
It is so very important to prime your audience.
[EXTENDED SOUNDS OF VISCERAL ARACHNOID TRANSFORMATION]
ARCHIVIST
Annabelle Cane!
ANNABELLE
Hello, John. Basira.
[MUFFLED AGITATION]
ANNABELLE
Calm down Martin. You wouldn’t want to slip off, would you?
BASIRA
Let him go!
ANNABELLE
Not just yet.
[MUFFLED ANXIETY]
ARCHIVIST
Ceaseless Watcher, see this scuttling thing. Take it –
[ANNABELLE HOISTS MARTIN UP]
ANNABELLE
[scolding] Ah. Ah. Ah!
[MUFFLED ANXIETY INCREASES TO MUFFLED TERROR]
You know better than I do if I could actually kill him, but we both know that if I drop Martin from here, he’s gone.
So, let’s all settle down.
[MUFFLED SADNESS]
BASIRA
What do you want?
ANNABELLE
To give you… all of you, a way out of this.
BASIRA
And you couldn’t just, I dunno, tell us?
ANNABELLE
I could, but I needed him to believe me. And for that, I needed him to feel this place, this opening beneath us.
ARCHIVIST
Put. Him. Down.
[MUFFLED DEMAND FOR RELEASE]
ANNABELLE
Very well.
[ANNABELLE LOWERS MARTIN GENTLY]
BASIRA
Martin, are you okay?
[MUFFLED MMHMM]
You know, we’d probably be more willing to listen if you hadn’t kidnapped our friend.
ANNABELLE
I didn’t. He came of his own free will.
[MUFFLED POINT OF CONTENTION]
ARCHIVIST
“Free will,” she says, as we stand in the middle of her fucking web!
ANNABELLE
[Laughs] A fair point. But that’s a debate for another time.
I simply mean I did not bring him here through force, threat or false pretence. I made an offer, and he agreed.
ARCHIVIST
Martin, is this true?
[MUFFLED ATTEMPTED EXPLANATION, FOLLOWED BY MUFFLED SIGH AND MUFFLED AGREEMENT]
BASIRA
Told you.
ARCHIVIST
We’ll talk about it later. Once you’re safe.
[MUFFLED DOWNBEAT ACKNOWLEDGEMENT]
ANNABELLE
He’s perfectly safe right now. As long as everyone remains civil.
ARCHIVIST
Fine. Speak your piece. Tell us about your “way out”.
ANNABELLE
As you wish.
…
The Great Fears, do you believe they think the way we do?
ARCHIVIST
They don’t “think” at all. They just are.
ANNABELLE
Almost true. In truth, it depends on the Fear. Some exist in an eternal moment, some make use of memory to reflect and corrupt, but for most, time is simply another thing for them to play with. To consider the future, to plan, is not something they’re capable of.
ARCHIVIST
But not The Web?
ANNABELLE
No. Not the Mother-of-Puppets, the Spinner-of-Schemes.
BASIRA
Hang on. What about the rituals? Those were plans.
ARCHIVIST
No. They were… desires, filtered and interpreted by people, and the thinking creatures that they spawned.
ANNABELLE
You are well-informed, aren’t you? Exactly this. They hungered for the world, to step from the shadows, and gorge themselves on all humanity.
ARCHIVIST
And they have.
ANNABELLE
But only two of them could truly conceive of such. Terminus, The End, knows that in such a world they will ultimately consume themselves. And it desires that finality.
ARCHIVIST
[Realising] And The Web understands it as well. That eventually a successful ritual would doom them all. Leave them trapped and starving in a used up world with no-one to feed on.
BASIRA
Hang on, what? This is news to me.
ARCHIVIST
We passed a death domain, of The End. The victims there do actually die, meaning, even though it would take… I don’t know how long, eventually The End will claim everyone and everything. It’s inevitable.
BASIRA
Oh. [Exhales] Okay. Right. And what, the powers don’t realise?
ARCHIVIST
They don’t understand things like we do. But The Web is all about connections, unforeseen consequences. Of course, it realises.
ANNABELLE
Of course. And knowing this, knowing for centuries you would eventually be trapped, doomed to starvation, what would you do?
[LONG CONSIDERED PAUSE]
ARCHIVIST
Plan an escape.
ANNABELLE
Just so.
BASIRA
An escape? To where?
ARCHIVIST
Below us, Basira.
ANNABELLE
This is not ‘the’ world, it is ‘a’ world. And though it has taken so very long to prise it open, the gate to a thousand new realities now stands wide. However, despite this effort, the worlds beyond them remain so far unspoiled by the Fears’ touch.
ARCHIVIST
The Powers don’t exist there? They’re, what, unique to our… dimension?
ANNABELLE
Unique? Oh, I don’t know about that, but certainly there are many, many worlds without them.
BASIRA
Sorry, we’re talking about alternate dimensions now? Seriously?
ARCHIVIST
Really, Basira? Look around us! This is where you get sceptical?
BASIRA
Yeah.
[SUDDEN HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALS]
Okay, cut me some slack. This is a lot of new and weird information.
ARCHIVIST
So The Web, it wants to spread? To escape into new realities?
ANNABELLE
Yes, but not alone. Any attempt to separate the Fears is ultimately doomed, as you well know.
ARCHIVIST
But how?
ANNABELLE
We found the one we believed most likely to bring about their manifestation. We marked him young, guided his path as best we could. And then, we took his voice.
ARCHIVIST
No…
ANNABELLE
His, and those he walked with. We inscribed them on shining strands of word and meaning, and used them to weave a web which cast itself out through the gate and beyond our universe. So that when the Fears heard that voice, and came in their terrible glory, they might then travel out along it.
Or be dragged.
BASIRA
Is she talking about the tapes?
ARCHIVIST
Yes.
BASIRA
So how is any of this a solution?
ARCHIVIST
Because for the Fears to spread into these new worlds, they would need to leave ours, wouldn’t they?
ANNABELLE
If one should leave this place for… greener pastures, the rest must follow.
ARCHIVIST
Leaving us behind in the process, freeing our world at the cost of others.
BASIRA
What are you saying?
ARCHIVIST
We can pass them our apocalypse.
[MUFFLED DISCOMFITED REALISATION]
ANNABELLE
Nothing so extreme. In these new worlds they would exist as they used to in ours, lurking just beyond the threshold.
ARCHIVIST
Until someone is stupid enough to release them there, as well.
ANNABELLE
Perhaps. Even the Mother cannot see the future. Only try to shape it.
ARCHIVIST
And so they spread through realities like a disease!
ANNABELLE
Perhaps.
ARCHIVIST
…
I won’t do it.
ANNABELLE
Possibly. You’ve seen your other options.
BASIRA
What happens to you if they escape? What happens to us? We’ve all been touched by them.
ANNABELLE
I would either travel with them, or I would die. I do not know which. My life is only sustained by The Web. Most would simply lose whatever power they have been gifted.
John would lose much of himself, the parts of him that are The Eye. But he would survive. And perhaps more importantly, he would remain who he believes himself to be. And you would end the suffering of all those others who remain here.
BASIRA
How would we do it?
ARCHIVIST
Basira!
BASIRA
We need to know, John.
ANNABELLE
It’s very simple.
Destroy the Archives, and cut out The Eye’s pupil.
BASIRA
[Sarcastic] Oh, is that all?
ANNABELLE
Simultaneously.
[MUFFLED DESPONDENCY]
ARCHIVIST
I see. Destroy the Panopticon, and you release its power. Kill Jonah, and you cut the connection between the Fears and the world. Do both at the same time, and… for just a moment, all that power rushes through their only remaining connection with reality: the tapes.
ANNABELLE
And they would be swept along them by it, dragged out of our realities, and into new ones…
BASIRA
And how exactly are we supposed to destroy the Archives?
ANNABELLE
Many years ago a draughtsman made an unfortunate and egregious error on certain city planning documents. As a result, an unusually large and dangerous gas main just happened to be constructed directly below the building you knew as the Magnus Institute, in a place where it would be protected by the tunnels of Robert Smirke, unchanged by the world’s reformation. You need only ignite it.
ARCHIVIST
Ignite it?
ANNABELLE
Indeed. And it just so happens that the perfect tool was once delivered to you as a token of appreciation. Though you really do need to learn to keep better care of it. Somehow it always seems to slip your mind, doesn’t it?
ARCHIVIST
What?
BASIRA
John, it’s that stupid lighter of yours.
ARCHIVIST
[Indignant] My what?
[THE ARCHIVIST PULLS THE GOLD LIGHTER WITH EMBOSSED SPIDERWEB FROM POCKET AND FLICKS IT OPEN]
Oh?
Oh.
ANNABELLE
A little anchor of our power, so that we, and our tapes, may follow wherever you go.
ARCHIVIST
I see.
So…
[FLICKS LIGHTER SHUT]
…if I were to throw it away –
[ANNABELLE GASPS]
– into your little pit…
[MUFFLED WORRY]
ANNABELLE
[Carefully] I would advise against that.
ARCHIVIST
Oh, would you?
BASIRA
John, she still has Martin.
[MUFFLED REMINDER]
[TENSE STAND-OFF]
ARCHIVIST
Fine!
Fine.
That’s it, then? Everything you wanted to tell us?
ANNABELLE
It is.
ARCHIVIST
Then we’re done here. Give us Martin.
ANNABELLE
As you wish.
[ANNABELLE RIPS MARTIN FREE FROM HIS STICKY RESTRAINTS]
[MARTIN STAGGERS TO HIS FRIENDS, COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING]
MARTIN
John!
ARCHIVIST
Martin!
[FABRIC RUSTLES]
MARTIN
Oh god, I’m sorry, I –
ARCHIVIST
It’s fine.
MARTIN
– didn’t realise that –
ARCHIVIST
We’ll talk later.
BASIRA
What about her?
ARCHIVIST
[Harsh] Good question. As far as I can tell there’s now nothing to stop me killing you. And throwing this lighter away forever.
ANNABELLE
Nothing, except your own indecision.
I’ve played my part to its completion. You get to decide how I exit the stage.
MARTIN
John?
ARCHIVIST
Go!
ANNABELLE
Very well. We shall not see each other again, Archivist. But I eagerly await your decision.
[ANNABELLE WITHDRAWS, SCUTTLING UP AND AWAY ACROSS THE WEBBED CHASM, STATIC AND HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALING IN HER WAKE]
MARTIN
So… what do we do now?
ARCHIVIST
Let’s get out of here. After that… we’ll see.