Flynn Biara Allan

Inexperienced recruits of a groundbreaking medical company enter a client’s memories with the means to eliminate the haunting nightmares that remain of her childhood home, only to confront a defensive subconscious that threatens to erase them instead.

Two girls are trapped in the midst of a warzone, deprived of the basic essentials. They wait desperately hoping for some sort of escape, a break in the attack, but one never comes. Instead the harrowing sound of a missile approaches, they brace for it, only for the time around them to slow at the last minute, to pause just before impact. Moments later into the house rush an unsympathetic media crew who attempt to sap the very last of their story away from them, capturing it for their own gain and entertainment. The crew, out of time and empty handed, vacate. The two girls left to face the bombardment once again, completely alone.

Inexperienced recruits of a groundbreaking medical company enter a client’s memories with the means to eliminate the haunting nightmares that remain of her childhood home, only to confront a defensive subconscious that threatens to erase them instead.

Two girls are trapped in the midst of a warzone, deprived of the basic essentials. They wait desperately hoping for some sort of escape, a break in the attack, but one never comes. Instead the harrowing sound of a missile approaches, they brace for it, only for the time around them to slow at the last minute, to pause just before impact. Moments later into the house rush an unsympathetic media crew who attempt to sap the very last of their story away from them, capturing it for their own gain and entertainment. The crew, out of time and empty handed, vacate. The two girls left to face the bombardment once again, completely alone.