n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life-set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until...
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I get back to Elliott's to see him in his living room. Before talking with him I grab another cup of coffee and head over to him.
"Elliott, did you develop these photo's yourself?" I ask, looking at the photos of my siblings.
"Of course." Elliott responds, looking towards the photos with a bowl of cereal in his hands. "Can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere."
"I didn't see a darkroom." I comment.
"Yeah, I converted the hallway closet." he says, eating some of his cereal.
I place my coffee down, grabbing a pen and the roll of film in the box, I scratch out the date. I grab my coffee again and turn back towards Elliott.
"Can you develop this?" I ask, handing him the footage.
"Hmm? Huh. Frankel Footage. Friends of yours?" Elliott questions.
"Cousins on my robot mother's side." I say with a straight face, with a slight smirk when I see his confused look. "Can you do it or not?"
"Sure I can." answers Elliott.
"How long?" I ask, needing to work on getting Marah and her friend out.
"Well, I mean, I'm running low on acetic acid." Elliott mumbles. "Beeker's Cameras is open today, but it's two miles away. I mean, i'd have to take the bus. On the other hand, Gibson's is only ten blocks away, but I gotta cut through the park and there's pigeons...."
"Elliott!" I say harshly, cutting off his rant.
"It's like five, maybe six hours." Elliott mutters.
I go to respond when I hear the police radio go off.
"Attention all units, we have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium." says the police radio.
"What the hell is a 3-15?" I ask, looking at Elliott.
"Mm, fugitives on the run." Elliott answers, eating more cereal.
"Twenty-five patients still at large. Many are considered armed and dangerous." says the police radio, again.
"Oh, Diego." I whisper.
"Oh, who's Diego?" asks Elliott.
"Imagine Batman, than aim lower." I insult. Turning away from Elliott, I go to blink but remember something before I do. "You get started on that film. I'll be back as soon as I can.
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