[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

David ran through all his options for the fifth time, ever on the move. 
 
 `` I could turn back. I could turn back now before I've gone too far.'' he pondered as he entered the living room for the twenty-second time that day. `` I'd run into that... *thing* again but, well, maybe I could handle him. I could simply run around him and keep on going.'' 
 
 David opened the door and walked into the master bedroom and made a beeline for the en-suite. 
 
 `` Or I could continue. I could see what's at the end.'' he swung open the door and moved on into his dining room. `` I'm not gon na lie, I'm curious. I know time does n't change here but I feel I've been on the run for at least a month. I do n't want all that running to have been in vain,'' David muttered as he entered the living room for the twenty-third time that day and fell into the couch, catching an elusive breath. `` I know there's an end. I know there is. Last time I was in the kitchen I saw myself and he told me there was an end. He had n't seen it but he'd been told so. I was told to turn back, that it was n't worth it. As he left the room, I stopped him to ask how long he'd been running for. He said he did n't know.'' 
 
 David rose from the couch, wary to linger too long lest that'person' following him gained too much ground. He made his way to the door that lead into the hallway, opened it and took a charter step into the mostly empty guest room. 
 
 `` None of this makes any fucking sense'' he released as he thought about the creature following him. It was a human, mostly. It was as if an alien who'd never seen a human before had been given a description of one and told to draw it. It was roughly in the shape of a human but things were n't always in the right place. The knees bent the wrong way and his hands were too small and misshapen. His face... oh god, his face... David shuddered and opened the closet door, entering the living-room for the twenty-fourth time that day.
