Christian T.
auditioning for
Driver
in Tales from the Janitor - Dead Air
Early 30s, Controlled on the surface, but constantly on the edge of something slipping. Uses logic to outrun fear, even when nothing about the road feels logical anymore.
Whoa! Cabin. Fireplace. Beer. Indoor plumbing. That's the dream.
Shut up! I’m tired… That’s all this is… I’m tired. You’re just signal junk. You’re not real. You’re just noise.
(speaking low, almost to himself) Get to the cabin. Just... get to the damn cabin… Just a little further. Ten more minutes. Maybe eight. Just... don’t look in the mirror.