The Room In Between - Roles

He remembered his dream and reviled getting dragged into fake reality again, and acting towards it as if it was real. And even if it was real, he wasn’t Helmuth, and he didn’t know what Inclusion 35B was about. He didn’t choose any of this. Why was he playing along?

“I’m not Helmuth,” he declared.

“Aah, yeah…” his partner assessed him with a critical eye. “Maybe you should sit this one out, my friend. You don’t look so hot.”

“Aren’t you going to take me to the hospital?” he asked, with a shrewd gleam in his eye.

“Not on your life!” his partner didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t know what you took, but I hope it doesn’t kill you. This is too important to muck up. I trust you’ll get your act together soon and start behaving like a grown-up. I can’t keep making excuses for you, you’re fifty years old, for God’s sake!”

“Finally, some information that’s not useless! So, I’m fifty then! That would make my birth year…”

Of course he didn’t know what year they were in. Not what year, not what place, not even what reality. Back to start.