Script: Labyrinth Vision of Kaz's Childhood

'''This is a script from a prewritten scene. There may be some inconsistencies with the podcast. Scripts are not consistently stylized, and are taken directly from our documents. Mileage may vary.'''

We open on a bathroom sink. Its metalwork is rusted, with the drain coated in rust and grime. Brown-black specks are scattered across the bottom, soon obscured by drops of bright crimson red.

A young teenager stands over it, sobbing, blood gushing from a cut above their left eye. A shaking hand picks out a shard of glass from their wound, and they flinch away from it with a whimper. Their frame steadies as they continue their work. They can’t tell if they got out all the glass, but it has to be enough for now.

They pour vodka over a fresh blue shop towel, staring down at it vindictively as they allow the excess to pour down the drain. It mixes with the blood, trailing the deep red into crimson-pink tendrils. They wince as vodka seeps through the rag and into their glass-shredded fingers. They hesitate as they lift it to their sluggishly bleeding cut, face contorted with the anticipation of pain. A deep breath gives them the courage to wipe the rag across their wound. Their grunt is halfway to a scream.

Raw but beginning to close wounds are wrapped with shredded shop towels. They press their back against the locked bathroom door and slide down to the ground. The tile is streaked with unidentifiable blacks and browns, smattered with blood, and covered with hair and grime. They curl their legs up, making themself small. We fade out as they once more begin to sob.