[Intro — rain, distant traffic, almost no music] [Distant wordless female vocal — very soft sustained “Aaaaaah...”] [An old street telephone begins ringing] ... [ring] ... [ring] [Receiver lifted] [line crackle] [Juri — intimate telephone whisper] There you are. Took you long enough. ... Don't say anything. Just listen. [small amused breath] You should probably start running. [CLICK] [Low pulse enters] [Verse 1 — rain, footsteps begin] [Juri — returning through telephone static] Left. ... No. Your other left. [Juri gives one tiny laugh] Keep moving. [Azula — distant city speaker] Straight ahead. [Juri] She means it. [Beat grows slightly stronger] [Victim runs through neon streets] [Juri — telephone whisper] Still under the blue sign? Good. Past the closed store. Across the street. Don't stop. [Victim turns another corner] [Sudden silence] [Juri — softly] Recognize this place? [long pause] You shouldn't. [Distant female vocal rises] [Azula — calm, distant] Continue. [Juri] That's it. You're doing beautifully. [quiet manic laugh] [Pre-Chorus — city ambience thinning] [Victim hides behind wet bushes] [breathing] ... [A telephone rings nearby] [Juri — from somewhere unseen] I can still hear you. [ring stops] [Another phone rings farther away] [Juri — another direction] Come on. [ring] Find me. [ABRUPT CUT] [Chorus — sparse crushing pulse] [Both] DON'T ANSWER DON'T TURN BACK EVERY ROAD BENDS OFF THE MAP RUN THROUGH LIGHT RUN THROUGH RAIN EVERY CORNER LOOKS THE SAME [Juri — whisper] Keep going. [Azula] Almost there. [Juri — pleased] She knows. [Instrument drops] [Transition — city noise disappears completely] [Footsteps slow] [Distant wordless female vocal — long hollow “Ooooooh...”] [Victim sees abandoned building] [Old telephone rings from inside] [Verse 2 — inside building] [Door creaks] [Fluorescent hum] [Wet footsteps] [Telephone continues ringing] [Juri — barely audible] Pick up. [Receiver lifted] [Juri — close telephone whisper] Hi again. [small laugh] You came. [Victim breathing gets faster] [Juri] You ran so far. ... And somehow... [Juri's voice is suddenly heard faintly from the real corridor] [Juri — distant, OFF PHONE] ...you ended up here. [DEAD SILENCE] [Victim slowly lowers receiver] [Juri — telephone AND corridor simultaneously] Don't do that. [Azula — distant intercom] Juri. [Juri — phone] Mm? [Azula] You're frightening them. [Juri — excited whisper] I know. [Azula gives one tiny restrained laugh] [HALF-TIME IMPACT] [Bridge — almost no music] [Juri — telephone] Can you hear me? [Juri — faintly from corridor] Can you hear me? [Juri — telephone, smiling] Good. [Single footstep somewhere nearby] [Juri — corridor, closer] Because I can hear you. [Victim starts running] [Juri gives a brief REAL manic laugh] [Breakdown — voices switch sides] [Azula — far ahead] Wrong corridor. [Juri — left] Keep going. [Azula] Dead end. [Juri — right] Almost. [Victim turns] [Silence] [Juri — no phone filter, somewhere close] There you are. [FINAL DROP] [Final Chorus] [Both] DON'T ANSWER DON'T CALL OUT THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO FIND NO MORE STREET NO MORE LIGHT YOU WERE NEVER OUT OF SIGHT [Juri] You thought you found this place. [Azula] No. [Juri — smiling whisper] It found you. [Everything cuts except distant female vocal] [Outro — fluorescent hum only] [Victim finds another telephone] [It rings once] [Juri — directly behind listener, completely dry voice] Don't pick it up. [Victim freezes] [Juri gives one quiet delighted laugh] [Azula — somewhere farther behind] Juri. [Juri] What? [Azula] Enough. [short silence] [Juri — whisper] Fine. [footstep immediately behind listener] But I wasn't on the phone anymore. [ABRUPT CUT]
