As time passed, Jane found herself less and less inclined to fight her situation. She had gone beyond hopelessness. The day was coming for the young child’s second birthday. The parents in the film were excited. And Jane, had to admit she was feeling a certain level of excitement herself.
This life on the screen in front of her had become everything. It was, after all, the only thing. Since she had been locked inside this room, there was no other stimuli available outside of what happened on the screen. No sounds outside the walls, nobody coming to check on her, or to feed her.
No, everything she had was in front of her in widescreen. And although none of this made any sense, Jane found herself accepting it more and more every day.
Part of the reason for that was due to her finding that she had a portion of control over the toddler’s activities. She was even able to get the child to talk.
It was difficult to get out full sentences and Jane had to focus incredibly hard in order to get out the harder sounds, but she could communicate well enough with those people she found she was beginning to consider family.
From time to time she would attempt to relay the details of her actual situation. But a two year old talking about the woman locked up inside a theater watching their lives wasn’t something anyone seemed to take seriously. It was just another one of those silly things little Deborah was prone to talk about.
As time went on, Jane found herself trying less and less to find help.
Instead, she found herself more interested in helping Deborah to develop as a human. That, Jane was finding out, wasn’t nearly as easy as she would have hoped.
For instance, right now Deborah is looking in at a dog in a car. Her parents are nearby, but they are focused on moving the groceries from the cart into their car, they aren’t noticing how Deborah’s hand is reaching closer and closer to the slightly open window where the dog awaits.
If they had been aware, they, no doubt, would have stopped her, but they simply didn’t notice.
Jane, on the other hand, definitely noticed. She screamed and screamed and pleaded with Deborah to not reach her hand into the window where the dog would doubtless snip at her and cause at least a small amount of damage.
Jane pounded on the screen as she cried out.
But all she could hear of her pleas was a little song sung quietly by little Deborah:
“Don’t reach in there. Don’t you do it. If you do, he’ll bite right through it.”
“NO!” Jane screamed.
The dog began barking wildly, causing Deborah’s mother to jerk her attention toward her young one and quickly pull the encroaching hand away from the window and back toward freedom.
“No!” Deborah’s mother scolded. “Never reach in a window at a dog. Especially one you don’t know.”
Jane sighed a deep sigh of relief, fell to the ground, and realized that she was going to have to find a better way to gain control of this girl.