How Did I Get Here

08/09/23 • 21 min

While the Monster lurks in the shallows, biding his time, Emily embarks on a journey that will take her farther from home than she ever could have imagined. In 1989, Kayleen finds herself confiding in Tanya as she struggles to process what they saw at the lake.
Licensed Music Credits:
"80s Music" - Dar Golan

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Absolute Zero

Episode 2 finds both of our heroines at a personal crossroads, as Emily faces a decision that could change her life forever and Kayleen finds herself growing closer to Tanya after witnessing something truly shocking. As for the Monster...well, he thinks he’s found the cure for his endless, yearning loneliness. The only question is what he’ll do to get it.

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Her Face Is Like The Sky

CONTENT WARNING: This episode features sexualized violence.
Unsettled by what she's learned about their expedition, Emily seeks out Sam for a serious conversation. Back in 1989, Kayleen and Tanya spend more and more time together as they try to understand what happened to their missing classmate. Meanwhile, the Monster decides that he's done waiting - a monster is not a person, but people aren't the only ones who deserve love...at least, that's what he tells himself.
Additional Music Credits:
"Hourglass" - White Bat Audio
"Twin Sisters" - Genevieve Koester and Cliff Harrison
"Don't Forget My Name" - Russell Horton

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Bear Lake - How Did I Get Here

Transcript

EMILY
We piled into the wagon on a cold, hazy morning.
I wrote down the date: July 1st, 1859.
My parents and I went into the village to meet the caravan.
There were more of us than I expected -
at least a hundred men and women and children.
People had come from Swindon from Bristol from Bath
many poorer than I.
Dirtier.
I couldn’t seem to let go of my mother’s hand.
Some other elders stowed me atop a cart alongside a grey-haired widow with a