"Listen. I know this might sound crazy, but… when you think back on The Pink Opaque, when you remember watching it in my basement on Saturday nights from 10:30 to 11:00 pm, do you ever get confused? Like, maybe the memory isn't quite right? Like… does time ever feel like it's not moving normally? Like it's all out of whack? Do you ever feel like you're narrating your own life watching it play in front of you like an episode of television? Or do you ever have a hard time distinguishing between what happened in the show and what happened in real life? Like somehow the memories got jumbled around? Shook up in your head. Like a snow globe"
(MS Paint pixel re-draw of the scene when Isabel is shown how she will be trapped as Owen, sitting in his living room, watching a commercial for the Pink Opaque; everything is framed in a circle of the snow globe Mr Melancholy shows Isabel, Owen is sitting down holding a remote, beside him and behind him are two lamps, in the background is a couch with a pillow sitting on it, and across from Owen is the TV, pink light is shining out from it, silhouetting Owen and everything in the living room, with sparkles of pink/pale-blue/yellow/white swirling around)