WIFIES: Report log two, I-
[SOMEWHERE NEARBY, BUT A DECENT BIT AWAY, THE SOUND OF A WOODEN DOOR CREAKING OPEN CAN BE HEARD. WIFIES PAUSES, AND AFTER A SECOND- THE CREAKING OF HIS CHAIR.]
WIFIES: I believe I asked that if you weren't going to leave, you not to bother me?
????: Your fridge is empty.
[ANOTHER SPEAKER. HIS VOICE SOUNDS UNCANNILY SIMILAR TO THAT OF WIFIES.]
WIFIES: ...that's not my problem.
????: How do you get food here?
WIFIES: Ask him.
????: ...fine.
[THE DOOR SLAMS SHUT AS THE UNKNOWN SPEAKER WALKS AWAY.]
WIFIES: Idiot.
[HE TURNS AROUND, SETTLING BACK INTO HIS CHAIR.]
WIFIES: ...I don't care enough to finish this log. Testing is going well. I have my notes if I need them. End report log.
[THE RECORDER CLICKS OFF.]








