Two

They stole my face. That's funny, I guess (one out). It's also scary (same one reignites, brighter than before, then fizzles out). And rather intimidating (it explodes, blowing a hole through the carrier's chest. He picks at it, expression not changing from a strangely decisive look, and walks on)

Another weird thing is that though they all have my face, not a single one is the same - several kinds are very similar, but not exact replicas - and every single one is locked in a single expression that doesn't even move when they take a step. Which they do often. I also notice that there are several small ones near the edges of the crowd that flicker from on to off several times a second - and that there are some that have candles with flame that does not even move. Still others remain in their tunnels with the steady kind of light that I see from the non-moving flames - like a lightbulb made of fire.

Enough of the description, back to the action (another out): They surround me. Then, all at once, they begin to speak. All in very normal voices (Mine. Fuck.), but as a collective whole, they deafen me. My eardrums burst several times (who knows how that's possible) before I realize that it really doesn't hurt (Several or many? I don't think time means anything here. Another out.)

I decide that I should try to listen to what they're saying (one out). How, though (one in)? So many voices... I yell a scream at them to form a line and stop babbling at me. To my surprise, they do. Some instinct (one of the tunnels with the steady light blinks like a strobe light) tells me that I should ask them to line up chronologically. This doesn't make sense to me, but apparently it does to them, because they immediately reorder themselves (knowing exactly where to move and how to get there as quickly as possible).