[ WP ] The Narrators go through shift change mid-story , but the old Narrator leaves without bringing the new one up to speed .

`` And with the last of his groceries safely tucked away, Thomas turned towards...'' and with that the voice petered off into nothing. 
 
 And so, Thomas turned. And kept turning. Surely, at any second now the voice would continue and help Thomas finish his day. After all, it had always been there, a deep guiding guardian of sorts. 
 
 `` What do you mean? This is the script?!'' said a sharp, feminine voice. Thomas finally stopped his turning, stumbling for a moment then regaining his composure. Now this was truly odd. The voice had only been gone for a few moments and this new voice was of no comfort to Thomas. 
 
 `` *Ahem* And so, Thomas finished gathering his groceries and beg- No. No, I simply wo n't read this. It's utter rubbish.'' spoke the voice from above. `` He's getting groceries. You're literally paying me to read about a MAN GOING SHOPPING. Oh, how far I've fallen.'' 
 
 Thomas did n't like this. No, he decided, he did not like this one bit. He began to take a step forward. Whoever this voice was, it was not Thomas's voice. Who was this woman, to insult his life, and his shopping? No, he simply would not have it. But, why had n't his foot moved? 
 
 `` I swear. Four years getting a degree in theater. And this is what you have me doing? If I had known, if he had told me I would n't have even sat in the damn chair!'' 
 
 The trees were the first place Thomas noticed it. A certain lack of detail, a fuzziness to them. And as if to affirm his suspicions, the trees lost color and then vanished all together. Was the voice the cause of this? Surely not. It just kept ranting about some'degree' and some'dignity'. She would be quiet soon enough. And then Thomas's voice would come back. 
 
 `` I'm done. Literally done. You can shove this script, shove this whole scene. Shove it all!'' And the voice faded. Now this was n't right. His voice should be back by now. Thomas's voice. Stern, yet comforting. Intimidating, but at the same time nurturing. The'nothingness' as he had termed it had progressed to his feet. The groceries, even his car did n't exist anymore. 
 
 `` If you want me back, I'll need a new contract'' boomed a deep masculine voice. YES! His voice was back. The nothingness began to sidle up Thomas's face. What was his name again? Oh well, that did n't matter! The voice was back. 
 
 Any second now.... 
 
 Any second... 
 
 Any... 
 
... 
 
... 
 
 `` And so, Thomas was born into the world'' 
 
 Edit: Wrote this in like 20 minutes. Let me know what you think!
