Who: Tobias Where: The police station in Mount Zenith When: Morning sometime
Tobias's first thought when he woke up in the cell was that They had put them all back in jail. That Simms was actually alive and the nightmare wasn't over. But this cell looked different than the other had, and he was wearing the pajama pants and t-shirt he'd fallen asleep in the night before. No orange jumpsuit this time. Not only that, but he was alone. At least in the cell he'd woken up in. As soon as his mind cleared Tobias jumped off of the cot and gripped the cell bars to see if he could slide the door open. The door didn't budge.
"Hello," he called, straining to hear any response. Silence greeted him. He yelled again and tried to press his face against the bars to see if he could catch sight of someone else, either down the hall or in another cell. But there was nothing to see. No one. He was alone.
With panic rapidly surfacing inside of him, Tobias turned around to take in the sight of the cell. Toilet, sink, cot. A tray with food on the floor. His phone. His heart leaped in his throat and he lunged for it, quickly turning it on with shaky fingers as he sat down on the edge of the cot. He would check the network and see what the hell was going on. Or message someone to come help him, wherever he was. Pulling up the network, Tobias scrolled through quickly, finding nothing to indicate what was going on or why he was even there. Strangely, there were posts from new people, quite a few from what he could tell. And some people he recognized. Kiley was gone? Cecilia?
Confused, Tobias continued to scroll until the network came to a stop. Something wasn't right. He began to read, his stomach feeling ice cold with each passing message. It was like They had started over. New people. But then Marco was there, and some others. Chase and Lennon. What about the others? Were they in a cell somewhere like he was? Or were they all somewhere else? Maybe he was the only one in jail because he was the only one who had killed someone. The memory of it came rushing back, causing bile to rise in Tobias's throat, leaving a nasty taste in his mouth even as he swallowed back the vomit.
His hands were trembling harder now as he attempted to post to the network, but that capability was gone. There was nowhere for him to respond, or start a new message like before. They had made it read-only, apparently.
"Hey." His voice shook as he looked up, searching for the cameras. Tobias threw the phone to his side and got to his feet. Gripping the bars with both hands now, he began to shake them, though it did no good. The door didn't budge. "Hey! Hello! Anybody!" No answer. All Tobias could hear was his heart thumping in his ears now.
He was stuck there, wherever there was, with no one around. No one knew he was there except for Them. If he was in town - the police station, maybe? - maybe someone would come around to get supplies or check things out. If he kept screaming, would someone eventually hear him? There was really only one way to find out.