The last Puppeteer's diary ~ 29 ~
It’s good that I’ve connected wiring to the hatch, or else this play would be cut in the middle. Jack has no shortage of persistence, he could break the hatch open without a key... And I’ve just been watching, waiting for him to speak first, in some kind of a strange stupor. It was the first time for a puppet to get this close. Something between a hit at the back of my head and a huge cup of coffee. In such moments I want to live again.
