“What was the last thing you were doing before you woke up here? Do you even remember?”

  “I… don’t.”

  “Do you remember anything about yourself? Who you are?”

  “No, I… Wait. Yes. David. My name is David.”

  “You sure?”

  “Course, I’m sure. I have no idea why, but somehow, I just know. That’s my name.”

  “Hmm.”

  “What?”

  “Oh, no. It’s nothing. It’s just, you don’t really sound like a David.”

  “I don’t 'sound like a…'? I feel like you’re being combative for no reason. What does a David even sound like?”

  “Not sure. But I’d know one if I heard one.”

  “Well if you’re so smart, what’s your name?”

  “I don’t remember.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay. Why don’t we call me Isabella?”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. Because we have to call me something, and I’ve always liked that name.”

  “’Always’? How would you know, if you don’t remember anything from before?”

  “Okay, now who’s being unnecessarily combative?”

  “You’re right. Sorry. Isabella.”

  “Thank you. Okay, I guess, first things first, we need to figure out where we are.”

  “Can you see anything?”

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  “No. It’s pitch black.”

  “Is it dark? Or are we both blind.”

  “I can’t tell.”

  “Great.”

  “Okay, wait. What if I— Woah.”

  “Woah. How did you just do that?”

  “I don’t know. I just…”

  “Do you have a lighter on you?”

  “No, I just—”

  “A match or a flint or—”

  “No. I have nothing. Just these cotton pants and this shirt. Feels like the same material. Do you think… Do you think whoever put us here changed our clothes?”

  “I don’t want to think about that. Do that thing with the spark again.”

  “Why? I have nothing to catch it on. It’s just going to go out in an instant again. We won’t be able to use it to look around.”

  “What if we use your pants?”

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “They’re cotton. We could spark them and light a fire.”

  “Light my pants on fire??”

  “Yeah. I mean, it’s all we have.”

  “Why don’t we light your pants on fire?”

  “Because I don’t want to be naked from the waist down when we finally somehow escape from here.”

  “Well, I don’t either!”

  “Okay, fair point.”

  “Isabella?”

  “Yeah, David?”

  “Do you think we’re somehow down here because of the spark thing?”

  …

  “Isabella?”

  “Yeah, yeah. I heard you. I don’t know. Maybe. That guess is as good as any.”

  “Well, what can you do?”

  “Hm?”

  “I mean, if I’m imprisoned because of some kind of power, maybe you are too.”

  “I am.”

  “Oh. Really? You’re certain?”

  “I am.”

  “What’s your power?”

  “It’s hard to explain.”

  “Well, try.”

  “Okay, well. I can see through your eyes.”

  “What?”

  “I can get into your brain and see what you see. Somehow.”

  “But I don’t see anything. It’s pitch black in here.”

  “I know. It’s a useless skill when you’re locked in a cell like this. But just as sure as you know your name is David, I know that this is something I can do. I can enter your eyes and see through them.”

  “Like, you can possess me?”

  "I don't know. Maybe? I think so."

  “Okay, well please don’t.”

  “Don’t possess you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning to. It wouldn’t be much use to me down here.”

  “Okay well that’s… comforting. You can see through other people’s eyes too, right? Not just mine?”

  “One would assume.”

  “Like, a guard perhaps?”

  “You’re smarter than you look, David.”

  “Ha.”

  …

  “Isabella?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I think I have a plan.”