Numbers and letters. Numbers and letters. Numbers and letters.
Each bottle John picks up is marked with numbers and letters. Chemical terms; terms John
doesn't know, terms John has never seen before.
He puts the little bottles back down again and is careful to put them back in the same order, that they were in before. His fingers start shaking, as he opens the second drawer.
Third drawer: same thing.
John looks up at his friend.
Paul is going to die because of his STUPID idea. In fact he is probably already dying.
It is going to be painful. It is going to be fucking painful! John tightens his grip around one of the little bottles.
The etiquette says: Al2O3.
FUCK these numbers and letters! FUCK 'EM!
Then John notices something odd, as he looks at the glass bottle. He can't see his fingers at the bottom of the bottle - something is stuck on the bottom of the glass!
John turns the bottle upside down and sees another etiquette on the bottom.
"2" it says.
He puts the bottle back down and picks up another.
"6" this one says.
He looks at another one.
Wait! What did the soddy puppet say again?
Something about x and y and "look them up".
John has heard about those two letters in school, during math.
Of course he does not know, what those letters are fore or what you do with them, because most of the time John didn't intend math class.
He HATES math!
Now what do I do with those fucking marks and numbers? Perhaps I should just put them in order.
John goes through each little glass bottle, sorts out the ones with etiquettes on the bottom and ends up having two definitions: "X = 26" and "Y = 8".
He knows that time is not on his side at the moment, and his thoughts automatically starts to fly around here and there.
Com' on Johnny, think! What do you use those thingies for??! You know that it is math…
Math, math… It's not geometry, I think…
Oh, bloody, X and Y…
X and Y…
Y is in the sky!
That's what Paul sang, when he studied at my place!
Fuck, that stupid reckon song, how did it go…
Um, "Your Y is in the sky, while your X is lying horizontal on a ship's decks…
John smiles lightly at himself; partly because of Paul's silly math song, and partly because he now knows what X and Y are fore.
I am a genius, a FUCKING GENIUS! He thinks to himself.
Paul, I'm going to get you out of here...
Look them up.
Literally, look them up.
As in "Look, they are up there"!
X and Y combined give you a coordinate from a coordinate system.
But to find those coordinates, you must have some squares to divide the system, Paul told me that! If I look up, what do I see?
I see ceiling tiles!
Tiles are squares!
HA! So… How many squares…
There can't be over 26 squares that way, then that must be the Y-pole… Y-axis, Y… Whatever! The Y-thingie!
So the other way is X…
Hm, hm, hm… 21-22-23-24-25-26, up there…
Okay, and then 8… 3-4-5-6-7-8, so the winner iiisss…
…Fuck this shit…
Okay, that one!
But how do I…
Lennon interrupts his own thoughts when he looks back at the chest of drawers.
That was too easy, he thinks to himself suspiciously.
He walks over and lean in on one side, so that maybe he can make it move forward towards the winner square.
It takes a push or two, but eventually the chest of drawers moves, and John ca-
WOW! Is tha- Is that a gun? A real gun!? What is a gun doing unde- Fuck, there's a note on it…
"A BULLET FOR EACH - JUST IN CASE."
Bloody Mary! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!
One for both me and Paul or…
"Just in case."
In case I've figured the X and Y thing out?
Or in case I want to kill meself and…
No fucking WAY!!
John's anger is on a comeback, and he points the gun on the winner square.
It must be strong enough to break the tile… John thinks.
Perhaps he should have thought this through, but right now John does not care.
It's been 4-5 minutes already, and the air begins feeling a bit… Heavy… And thick.
His body is shaking at the thought of him, not being able to get out of the room while the bottles are absorbing all the oxygen, HE should be inhaling.
His finger touches, almost strokes the trigger, before he closes his eyes…
…and pulls it.