[As Elizabeth's hands pull apart, a wavering hole rimmed with concentrated blue light forms seemingly in midair. It's a three-dimensional phenomenon, it can be walked around and observed from every angle-- a little mind-boggling for something that was described by Elizabeth as a 'hole'. Arcs of air seem to be moving around the hole, in and out of it, and the larger it becomes the more strain Elizabeth seems to feel. As intangible as the hole seems, Elizabeth's motion as she opens the tear is incredibly physical.]
[The opening widens over the shirt, engulfing it and creating a window into a static, gray world. But the grass is there, and so is an object that still looks like a shirt. It's hazy and surrounded by a blue ring. And when Elizabeth has a moment to look down and see that the tear has something behind it, she blows the tear open.]
[The hole, the light, the entire phenomenon vanishes. But there's a shirt there, still laying in the grass. It just looks slightly different....]
[Action]
[The opening widens over the shirt, engulfing it and creating a window into a static, gray world. But the grass is there, and so is an object that still looks like a shirt. It's hazy and surrounded by a blue ring. And when Elizabeth has a moment to look down and see that the tear has something behind it, she blows the tear open.]
[The hole, the light, the entire phenomenon vanishes. But there's a shirt there, still laying in the grass. It just looks slightly different....]