text_original: I could hear her, in the darkness, trying the handle again. " Sure enough, it's locked; and, from the feel, it's bolted too. Emily, we're locked in." She was silent. I was silent, too, turning things over in my mind. It seemed, when she spoke again, as if she had been doing the same.
text_transcription: I COULD HEAR HER IN THE DARKNESS TRYING THE HANDLE AGAIN SURE ENOUGH IT'S LOCKED AND FROM THE FIELD IT'S BOLTED TOO EMILIE WERE LOCKED IN SHE WAS SILENT I WAS SILENT TOO TURNING THINGS OVER IN MY MIND IT SEEMED WHEN SHE SPOKE AGAIN AS IF SHE HAD BEEN DOING THE SAME
phonemes: aɪ kʊd hˈɪɹ hɜː, ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs, tɹˈaɪɪŋ ðə hˈændəl ɐɡˈɛn. " ʃˈʊɹ ɪnˈʌf, ɪts lˈɑːkt; ænd, fɹʌmðə fˈiːl, ɪts bˈoʊltᵻd tˈuː. ˈɛmᵻli, wɪɹ lˈɑːkt ˈɪn." ʃiː wʌz sˈaɪlənt. aɪ wʌz sˈaɪlənt, tˈuː, tˈɜːnɪŋ θˈɪŋz ˌoʊvɚɹ ɪn maɪ mˈaɪnd. ɪt sˈiːmd, wˌɛn ʃiː spˈoʊk ɐɡˈɛn, æz ɪf ʃiː hɐdbɪn dˌuːɪŋ ðə sˈeɪm.