[The search was stupid. The movie? Stupider. But here Johanna is, slumped on Kate's bed, her chin practically resting on her chest. Kate's cheek is somewhere in the same region. It's a strange and warm contact. It shouldn't be. She's seen just about every inch of Kate's skin, but this is different. More intimate, somehow.
What a stupid thought, Johanna thinks, and rolls her eyes at herself.]
Because they're idiots. They're not even good at throwing axes. Did you see that? They threw them like they were-- tree branches, or something. Like he's going to trip on them.
[The killer does not trip on them. Onscreen, the teenagers all scream, and Johanna rolls her eyes.]
Idiots.
[And while Johanna can put up with this for a little while, she's now fast approaching maximum toleration. She'll have to shrug free, if only to reset. Kate gets five seconds more, to move her head on her own. Four seconds. Three...]
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What a stupid thought, Johanna thinks, and rolls her eyes at herself.]
Because they're idiots. They're not even good at throwing axes. Did you see that? They threw them like they were-- tree branches, or something. Like he's going to trip on them.
[The killer does not trip on them. Onscreen, the teenagers all scream, and Johanna rolls her eyes.]
Idiots.
[And while Johanna can put up with this for a little while, she's now fast approaching maximum toleration. She'll have to shrug free, if only to reset. Kate gets five seconds more, to move her head on her own. Four seconds. Three...]