[ Should he? Is that a good idea? He's being asked so he should attempt to start counting them out. Turning one hand over, he taps each finger as he thinks of the visions he saw. The chains on the door. The text that appeared as soon as I drew close. People outside not hearing or seeing me. Is that two? He lightly taps one finger then the next before going back to the original finger. Best to have that just be considered one on its own.
One, two, three. He draws a half circle over his fingers. The hole and the hole getting bigger. His mouth twists. The strange mark on the wall and the grooves that all the plates fit in. He flicks his eyes to the side. The writing on the inside of the wall. The peephole that lead to Eileen's room. Henry twists his head away as he feels a bit embarrassed about that one; he didn't even try to call out to her. It felt a little like maybe he shouldn't have done that, actually. ]
Six in the apartment. [ But he adds: ] I don't know if you can see them or not. I met some people outside but they didn't mention any of the things I saw. [ Right. In those worlds, can the worlds be considered their own vision. Maybe. He finally drops his arms down to his sides... it's so much. ]
Anyway... it's a lot to count out. I'm not sure if I'm counting them right, either.
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[ Should he? Is that a good idea? He's being asked so he should attempt to start counting them out. Turning one hand over, he taps each finger as he thinks of the visions he saw. The chains on the door. The text that appeared as soon as I drew close. People outside not hearing or seeing me. Is that two? He lightly taps one finger then the next before going back to the original finger. Best to have that just be considered one on its own.
One, two, three. He draws a half circle over his fingers. The hole and the hole getting bigger. His mouth twists. The strange mark on the wall and the grooves that all the plates fit in. He flicks his eyes to the side. The writing on the inside of the wall. The peephole that lead to Eileen's room. Henry twists his head away as he feels a bit embarrassed about that one; he didn't even try to call out to her. It felt a little like maybe he shouldn't have done that, actually. ]
Six in the apartment. [ But he adds: ] I don't know if you can see them or not. I met some people outside but they didn't mention any of the things I saw. [ Right. In those worlds, can the worlds be considered their own vision. Maybe. He finally drops his arms down to his sides... it's so much. ]
Anyway... it's a lot to count out. I'm not sure if I'm counting them right, either.